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 doesn't know
Of the he has seen
He says now "True
It shows
But you ain't never on
Road"

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

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

[Fourth
And there's a fool
at the crowd
But the congregation's
Because his 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 subsides
It's the of the guard
And the of the tide
It's some lazy
That'll never be
They claim evolution
Or the story
"Yeah, whatever it is, it the mold!
But I'll keep on riding American Road!"