Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Pines

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

And I can't get to sleep at
The lot is so loud and bright...
The AC hasn't worked in twenty years- And never made a single person cold...
But I can't say the for me-
I've it many times.

Somebody me home-
those Alabama Pines...

You can't drive through Talladega on a in October-
Just head up north to Jacksonville, Cut and over.
Watch your speed in Boiling Springs- ain't got a thing to do...
They'll get you time.

Somebody me home-
Through Alabama Pines...

take me home...
Through those Pines.

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh. (x2)

If we pass through on a Sunday, better make a stop at
It's the only open store north- And I can't stand the pain...
Of by myself-
Without a help- on a Sunday afternoon.

Well, I needed that damned woman- like a dream gasoline...
And I tried to be some ancient kind of man- one that's seen-
The in the world- But I tried to chase it down- Tried to make the whole thing mine.

take me home-
Through Alabama Pines...

Somebody me home-
those Alabama Pines...

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh. (x2)

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

No one gives a damn
The things I give a about...
Liberties we can't do without- seem to disappear like ghosts in the air-
And we don't even until it vanishes away.