Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Pines

I moved into this room, if you call it that, a week ago.
I never do what I'm to do.
I hardly even my name anymore.
When no one calls it out, it kinda away.

I can't get to sleep at night. The parking lot's so and bright.
The A.C. hasn't in twenty years.
Probably never made a single cold,
but I say the same for me. I've done it many times.

take me home through those Alabama pines.

You drive through Talladega on a weekend in October.
up north to Jacksonville. Cut around and over.
Watch your in Boiling Springs.
They ain't got a thing to do. They'll get you time.

Somebody take me home through those pines.
Somebody take me home those Alabama pines.

If we pass through on a Sunday, better make a at Wayne's.
It's the only open liquor store north, and I can't stand the
of being by myself without a little
on a afternoon.

I needed damn woman like a dream needs gasoline.
I tried to be some ancient of man,
one that's never the beauty in the world,
but I tried to chase it down... tried to the whole thing mine.

Somebody me home through those Alabama pines.
Somebody take me through those Alabama pines.

I've been stuck here in this town, if you could call it that, a or two.
I never do what I'm to do.
I don't need a name anymore.
When no one calls it out, it vanishes away.

No one gives a about the things I give a damn about.
The liberties that we do without seem to disappear
ghosts in the air.
When we even care, it truly vanishes away.