Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Pines

I moved into this room, if you call it that, a week ago.
I do what I'm supposed to do.
I hardly even know my anymore.
When no one calls it out, it kinda away.

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

Somebody take me through those Alabama pines.

You drive through Talladega on a weekend in October.
Head up north to Jacksonville. Cut and over.
Watch speed in Boiling Springs.
They got a thing to do. They'll get you every time.

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

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

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

Somebody take me home those Alabama pines.
Somebody take me home 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 things I a damn about.
The that we can't do without seem to disappear
ghosts in the air.
When we don't care, it truly vanishes away.