Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't No Way

You have the sparkling waters
of the shady sandy of Carolina.
From the rock bound of Maine
down past Virgina to the Florida keys.

You have the whistling wind along
the canyon walls of Colorado.
And you followed that big river
Saint Paul to where she flows the sea.

You have seen the early sun light
the grass on a cold Kentucky morning.
And the Palomino of the Kansas
wheat field the west wind blows.

You're a gypsy, and running
chasing rainbows in the sunset.
Just a number one hell raiser the
taste for whiskey, and the road.

And ain't no ramblers anymore,
and you can that for what it's worth.
Seems like everybody's
ain't got time to touch the earth.
I guess their feet don't get to
they hear the whistle blow.
They crossed the Chattahoochee.
And ain't no ramblers anymore.

You have heard the lonesome of the
midnight freight train in the hours.
You've been burned by sun,
stood shivering in the snow.

You have the sweet magnolia blossom
perfume in a evening.
You've stood drunk the highway and wished
ta hell ya' still had some place to go.

there ain't no ramblers anymore,
At least not there use to be.
on vacation,
or watching on T.V.
They ain't ever to Tuscon,
or in jail in Mexico.
They ever going to Boise.
there ain't no ramblers anymore.

Cause there no ramblers anymore.