Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Pines

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

I can't get to at night. The parking lot's so loud and bright.
The A.C. hasn't worked in years.
Probably made a single person cold,
but I can't say the same for me. done it many times.

Somebody me home through those Alabama pines.

You can't through Talladega on a weekend in October.
Head up to Jacksonville. Cut around and over.
Watch speed in Boiling Springs.
They ain't got a to do. They'll get you every time.

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

If we through on a Sunday, better make a stop at Wayne's.
It's the open liquor store north, and I can't stand the pain
of being by myself a little help
on a afternoon.

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

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

I've been stuck in this town, if you could call it that, a year or two.
I do what I'm supposed to do.
I even need a name anymore.
no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away.

No one gives a damn about the I give a damn about.
The liberties that we can't do seem to disappear
like in the air.
When we don't care, it truly vanishes away.