Luyện nghe bài hát Blacktop

1]
I drove myself out the wilderness
Not a forced exile, I'm searching for bliss
Blood orange moon
the blacktop's running lines
Carry my spirit far from the chaos and
Of the city built upon and might
The soul savor
The apple, heavy, over-ripe on my pallet
Sickens the

Blind my eyes with flashing
Dull my in over-sweet wine
Expose me to all of your
I'd still long for bitter

2]
Egos to inflame from a young age
and influence twisted to persuade
Our common sensibilities toward a race
For which is no end, no hanging yellow tape
let your intellect be insulted
Don't be taken for a
in knowledge and experience
Wherein a soul's true is made

So I won't buy what always tried to sell me
Give up your passion for that
Put away true callings

3]
Chase
The American
I'd rather run into the wild, the wind, the cold
Than gain the of the world and forfeit my soul

I won't buy they've always tried to sell me
Give up your passion for 401k
Put your true callings

4]
We fight against the to retain that spark of life
That's all too extinguished
The prevailing of
To never grow old, only more wise
Taking all the and the bite
One breath at a
Is all it takes to on growing
All it takes to alive
To alive