Luyện nghe bài hát American Tune

A passenger traveling quietly himself
With a magazine and a sleepless
Over the crest of the mountains the
its climb

And he wakes to find he's in rolling farm

The farmer sleeps against his
He wonders what their must be
A trailways bus is heading south
Washington, D.C.

A mother and child, the maybe two
old
Prepare themselves for sleep and
The of the capitol dome
Slides across his
And his heart is racing with the to

The father as stone
A resting with his flock
The bus is turning west
Dallas via Little

Oh my darling Sal
The desert is my witness
I've no money to east
But I know you'll soon be

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

The border patrol outside of Tucson the bus
Any here you better check with us
How about you son you you've got
Spanish
Do you inglese? Am I understood

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

But he can't leave his behind
He recalls each fatal
The are carried by the wind
Phantom figures in the
Phantom figures in the
figures in the dust