Luyện nghe bài hát At the End of the Line

I'm long gone, honey babe, far from my home
out to find myself, just found myself alone
Late night trains since run the way they're supposed to
It's been since I've been near anyone I was close to
At the end of the line, wildflowers on the track
I'd return to the cities of my youth if I knew the youth'd come

I was holed up in my hotel, I got a telephone
Girl down in the lobby, girl I know at all
Her last night in the and her friends left her behind
She had thoughts and a bottle of wine
could she up and talk a while
But Lord I what talking leads to

At the end of the line, I had only one
Whenever something's free, usually you're not

F-train to Coney Island, corridor to my
Yellow wine in summer, the subway's perfume
Its in the air around m clothes, in the bookstores you lived above
Sometimes a city is one too many, and a thousand enough

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