Luyện nghe bài hát Bound To Forget

Fools wind blowing up, brown verses
Dust storm of memory, truck reverie
Three a.m. in my town, not a soul stirring around
Mr Trucker Man, don't slow down in this town

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

Now my run dry two hours out of Tucson by
Three crosses on the side of the highway
Still as a box full of watches
I settle debts with the dead and right on
I on, keepin' on

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

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

Now, twentyfour seven in, end my friend, gotta go at God's
relentless, the soul sucking, sneaky-deaky
Belly aching past like, a snake in the grass, strike and your ass

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

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