Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Pines

Well, I moved into this
if you can call it that- a ago...
I do what I'm supposed to do- Hardly even know my name anymore...
When no one calls it out, it kind of away.

And I can't get to at night-
The parking lot is so and bright...
The AC hasn't worked in twenty years- And probably never a single person cold...
But I say the same for me-
done it many times.

Somebody me home-
Through those Pines...

You can't through Talladega on a weekend in October-
head up north to Jacksonville, Cut around and over.
Watch your speed in Boiling they ain't got a thing to do...
get you every time.

Somebody me home-
Through those Pines...

Somebody me home...
Through Alabama Pines.

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

If we pass through on a Sunday, better make a at Wayne's-
It's the only open liquor store north- And I can't the pain...
Of being by
Without a little on a Sunday afternoon.

Well, I that damned woman- like a dream needs gasoline...
And I tried to be some ancient kind of man- one never seen-
The beauty in the But I tried to chase it down- Tried to make the whole thing mine.

take me home-
Through those Pines...

take me home-
Through those Pines...

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

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

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