Luyện nghe bài hát American Road

[First
Oh, well, I light a
To choke on the
My cough so loudly
But I'm broke like a
The man in the tie
Keeps his dress pants
But his wife know
Of the women he has
He says now "True
It rarely
But you ain't been on
Road"

[Second
Well, I keep on
But I'm not sure what for
I and drag my feet
Only to dirt on the floor
plays a waitress
Bottom at the bar
She claims she's an
And dreams don't get you far
She says,"Life,
It's cold
But you can meaning on
Road"

[Third
And I square dance down the
To the of a mime
He's in some French ice box
And for all time
There's hipsters hating hobos
And beatniks blaming
Until the NRA comes down
all my guns
And Charlton
He says, "Hello! son to
Road!"

[Fourth
And there's a fool
Preaching at the
But the congregation's
Because his much too loud
I a fine line
And the gypsies love to
I read the
And the to Kerouac
They say, "The rhetoric, it's bold!
But the truth on
Road!"

[Fifth
The smoke begins to
As my subsides
the changing of the guard
And the rising of the
It's some revolution
That'll probably be
claim it's evolution
Or the story
"Yeah, whatever it is, it the mold!
But I'll keep on riding this Road!"