Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Pines

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

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

Somebody take me home through Alabama pines.

You can't drive Talladega on a weekend in October.
Head up north to Jacksonville. Cut and over.
Watch your speed in Springs.
They got a thing to do. They'll get you every time.

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

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

I needed damn woman like a dream needs gasoline.
I tried to be ancient kind of man,
one that's seen the beauty in the world,
but I tried to chase it down... tried to make the thing mine.

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

I've been stuck here in town, if you could call it that, a year 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 damn about the I give a damn about.
The liberties that we do without seem to disappear
like in the air.
When we don't even care, it vanishes away.