Luyện nghe bài hát American Tune

A passenger quietly conceals himself
a magazine and a sleepless pillow
Over the crest of the the moon
Begins its

And he wakes to he's in rolling farm land

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

A mother and child, the baby two
old
Prepare themselves for and feeding
The shadow of the capitol
Slides across his
And his is racing with the urge to

The motionless as stone
A shepherd resting with his
The trailways bus is west
Dallas via Little

Oh my darling Sal
The desert moon is my
I've no money to east
But I know soon be here

We pull downtown Dallas by the
Sight of the knoll
Where the leader fell and a town was
Away from the and flow of life for so many years
He hears playing and Spanish spoken

The patrol outside of Tucson boarded the bus
Any aliens here you better check 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 from 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 fears
He recalls each fatal
The screams are by the wind
Phantom in the dust
Phantom figures in the
figures in the dust