Luyện nghe bài hát 87 Southbound

Well, I you with him
On damp satin sheets
So I my things
And then I hit the

87
To San
getting late out
I got no home

The burning at 92
I don't to hear no more excuses
I don't love you

Lord, the sun keeps me down
And it's hotter hell
And if I'm lucky I'll catch a
But you can never

I'd be here with the bugs and flies
Than back hearing your alibis
all that, I'm gonna hear you say
I'm gonna take my and go the other way

87
To San
It's getting out
I'm miles from home

The rain keeps
Like the in my eyes
I'm just trying to wash
The hurt from all your

Lightning
the evening sky
And if I'm lucky make it big
Or lay right and die

I know the morning comes
I'm be a walking son of a gun
And afternoon rolling around
have ten more miles and one more town

87
To San
It's getting out
I ain't got no

The burning
At a and two
I don't need to hear no excuses
That I love you

I don't need to no more excuses
That I don't you