Luyện nghe bài hát Bound To Forget

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

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

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

to the metal on the wide open highway
Criss-cross the high of bright eyed solitude
I tailgate a truck load of tabula
'Til my mind go than the highway west of El Paso

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

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

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

'Cause you're travellin' faster the speed of regret
I was born knowing 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 bound to forget
Yes, I was wake about what
I was born knowin' I was plain bound to forget
to forget
Just bound to
Bound to, bound to I was
Bound to I was
Just