Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Pines

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

I get to sleep at night. The parking lot's so loud and bright.
The A.C. worked in twenty years.
Probably made a single person cold,
but I say the same for me. I've done it many times.

Somebody take me home through those pines.

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

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

If we pass through on a Sunday, better a stop at Wayne's.
It's the only open liquor store north, and I stand the pain
of being by myself without a help
on a afternoon.

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

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

I've been here 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.
When no one calls it out, it kinda away.

No one gives a damn about the things I a damn about.
The liberties that we do without seem to disappear
like in the air.
When we don't care, it truly vanishes away.