Luyện nghe bài hát American Road

[First
Oh, well, I a cigarette
To on the smoke
My cough so loudly
But I'm broke like a
The man in the tie
Keeps his pants clean
But his wife doesn't
Of the women he has
He now "True love
It shows
But you ain't been on
Road"

[Second
Well, I on clappin'
But I'm not quite what for
I wipe and drag my
to find dirt on the floor
Susie a waitress
Bottom at the bar
She claims she's an
And that dreams get you far
She says,"Life,
pretty cold
But you can meaning on
Road"

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

[Fourth
And there's a presidential
at the crowd
But the congregation's
Because his ego's much too
I walk a line
And the gypsies to dance
I read the
And the to Kerouac
say, "The rhetoric, it's getting bold!
But the lies on
Road!"

[Fifth
The begins to rise
As my subsides
It's the of the guard
And the of the tide
It's some revolution
probably never be
They claim evolution
Or the creation
"Yeah, whatever it is, it the mold!
But I'll keep on riding American Road!"