Luyện nghe bài hát American Tune

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

And he wakes to find he's in rolling land

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

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

The father as stone
A shepherd with his flock
The bus is turning west
via Little Rock

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

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

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

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

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