Luyện nghe bài hát At the End of the Line

I'm gone, honey babe, far away from my home
went out to myself, just found myself alone
Late trains 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 cities of my if I knew the youth'd come back

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

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

to Coney Island, corridor to my room
Yellow wine in summer, the sweet perfume
Its in the air m clothes, it's in the bookstores you lived above
a city is one too many, and a thousand ain't enough

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