Luyện nghe bài hát At the End of the Line

I'm long gone, honey babe, far from my home
went out to find myself, just found myself
Late night trains since don't run the way supposed to
It's been months since I've been anyone I was close to
At the end of the line, wildflowers grow on the
I'd return to the cities of my youth if I knew the youth'd back

I was holed up in my hotel, I got a telephone
Girl down in the lobby, girl I didn't at all
Her last night in the city and her friends her behind
She had some thoughts and a bottle of
she come up and talk a while
But Lord I what talking leads to

At the end of the line, I had one thought
Whenever free, usually then you're not

F-train to Coney Island, corridor to my
wine in summer, the subway's sweet perfume
Its in the air around m clothes, in the bookstores you lived above
Sometimes a is one too many, and a thousand ain't enough

At the end of the line I'm to myself
Of all the spring afternoons in bare, it have been anybody else