Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Pines

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

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

take 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...
They'll get you time.

Somebody take me
Through those Pines...

Somebody me home...
Through those Pines.

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

If we pass on a Sunday, better make a stop at Wayne's-
It's the only open liquor store 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 to be some ancient kind of man- one that's never seen-
The beauty in the world- But I tried to chase it Tried to make the whole thing mine.

Somebody me home-
Through those Pines...

Somebody take me
those Alabama Pines...

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

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

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