Luyện nghe bài hát American Road

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

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

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

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And a presidential fool
Preaching at the
But the deaf
Because his ego's too loud
I walk a fine
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 smoke begins to
As my subsides
It's the changing of the
And the rising of the
It's some lazy
probably never be
They claim it's
Or the creation
"Yeah, it is, it fits the mold!
But I'll keep on riding this Road!"