Luyện nghe bài hát Bound To Forget

Fools wind blowing up, brown Bible
storm of memory, truck stop reverie
Three a.m. in my home town, not a soul around
Mr Trucker Man, slow down in this little town

I'm travelling faster than the speed of regret
What I was knowin' I was bound to forget
of being, what I was born seeing I was
Just plain bound to forget yes, I was just plain bound to

Now my tank run dry two out of Tucson by
Three little on the side of the highway
as a box full of busted watches
I settle with the dead and keep right on
I on, keepin' on

Pedal to the metal on the open highway
Criss-cross the high plains of bright solitude
I a truck load of tabula rasa
'Til my mind go clearer than the highway west of El

Guess I'm travellin' faster than the speed of
I was born knowing I was bound to forget
In the blindness of being I was born seeing
I was just plain to forget, yes I was just plain bound to forget
I was just bound to forget

Now, twentyfour seven in, end my friend, gotta go at God's
Never relentless, the sucking, sneaky-deaky
Belly past like, a snake in the grass, strike and bury your ass

So keep your eyes on the on the distant horizon
Be of the wind and the bad moon risin'
in your going, somehow, someway, that
You'll out run shadow, yes you will, one fine day

'Cause you're travellin' faster than the speed of
What I was born knowing I was to forget
In the of being what I was born seeing
I was just plain to forget, yes I was just plain bound to forget
Yes, I was wake goin' what
I was born knowin' I was just plain bound to
Bound to
Just bound to
to, bound to forget I was
Bound to I was
plain