Luyện nghe bài hát At the End of the Line

I'm gone, honey babe, far away from my home
went out to find myself, found myself alone
Late night since don't run the way they're supposed to
It's been months since I've been near I was close to
At the end of the line, grow on the track
I'd return to the of my youth if I knew the youth'd come back

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

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

F-train to Coney Island, corridor to my
Yellow wine in summer, the subway's perfume
Its in the air around m clothes, it's in the bookstores you lived
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