Luyện nghe bài hát American Tune

A passenger traveling quietly conceals
With a magazine and a pillow
Over the crest of the mountains the
its climb

And he wakes to find he's in rolling farm

The farmer sleeps his wife
He wonders what life must be
A trailways bus is south into
Washington, D.C.

A mother and child, the maybe two
old
Prepare for sleep and feeding
The shadow of the capitol
across his face
And his is racing with the urge to

The father motionless as
A shepherd resting with his
The trailways bus is turning
Dallas via Rock

Oh my darling Sal
The desert moon is my
I've no money to come
But I you'll soon be here

We into downtown Dallas by the
Sight of the grassy
Where the fell and a town was broken
Away from the feel and flow of for so many years
He hears playing and Spanish spoken

The border outside of Tucson boarded the bus
Any aliens here you better with us
How about you son you like got
blood
Do you habla inglese? Am I

Yes I am an alien from
I come to earth outer space
And if I traveled my whole
You guys would still be on my
You guys would still be on my

But he can't his fears behind
He recalls each thrust
The screams are carried by the
figures in the dust
Phantom in the dust
Phantom figures in the