Luyện nghe bài hát American Road

[First
Oh, well, I a cigarette
To choke on the
My cough so loudly
But I'm broke a joke
The man in the tie
Keeps his dress pants
But his wife doesn't
Of the women he has
He says now "True
It shows
But you never been on
Road"

[Second
Well, I keep on
But I'm not quite sure for
I and drag my feet
Only to find dirt on the
plays a waitress
Bottom at the bar
She she's an actress
And that dreams get you far
She says,"Life,
pretty cold
But you can finding on
Road"

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

[Fourth
And there's a presidential
at the crowd
But the deaf
his ego's much too loud
I a fine line
And the gypsies to dance
I read the
And the abide to
They say, "The rhetoric, getting bold!
But the lies on
Road!"

[Fifth
The smoke begins to
As my cigarette
It's the of the guard
And the of the tide
It's lazy revolution
That'll probably be
They it's evolution
Or the creation
"Yeah, it is, it fits the mold!
But I'll keep on riding American Road!"