Luyện nghe bài hát American Tune

A passenger traveling conceals himself
With a magazine and a pillow
the crest of the mountains the moon
Begins its

And he wakes to find in rolling farm land

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

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

The father motionless as
A shepherd resting his flock
The trailways bus is west
Dallas via Little

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

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

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

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

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