Luyện nghe bài hát American Road

[First
Oh, well, I a cigarette
To on the smoke
My cough laughs so
But I'm broke like a
The man in the tie
Keeps his pants clean
But his wife know
Of the he has seen
He now "True love
It shows
But you never been on
Road"

[Second
Well, I on clappin'
But I'm not quite sure for
I wipe and my feet
Only to find on the floor
Susie plays a
wage at the bar
She claims she's an
And that don't get you far
She says,"Life,
It's pretty
But you can finding on
Road"

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

[Fourth
And a presidential fool
at the crowd
But the deaf
his ego's much too loud
I a fine line
And the gypsies love to
I the Bible
And the to Kerouac
say, "The rhetoric, it's getting bold!
But the truth on
Road!"

[Fifth
The smoke to rise
As my cigarette
It's the of the guard
And the of the tide
It's some lazy
probably never be
They claim evolution
Or the story
"Yeah, it is, it fits the mold!
But I'll on riding this American Road!"