Luyện nghe bài hát American Tune

A passenger traveling quietly himself
With a magazine and a pillow
Over the of the mountains the moon
its climb

And he wakes to find he's in rolling farm

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

A mother and child, the maybe two
old
Prepare themselves for and feeding
The of the capitol dome
Slides his face
And his is racing with the urge to

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

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

We pull downtown Dallas by the
of the grassy knoll
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 patrol of Tucson boarded the bus
Any aliens you better check with us
How you son you like you've got
Spanish
Do you habla inglese? Am I

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

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