Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Back

Ward
Was his rowdy Yates
Drove that train out west
along this interstate

'Cross the high of Kansas
To the line
Spent a lot of nights 'round the campfire
had mountains on their minds

Well , those high people
They're different
You spent your life into a hard wind
I guess, less likely to take a bow

All these buried out here
They're to me
Like the in California
Like the hills in Tennessee

I gotta circle and touch something near
out which way to go just to get on out of here
I lost my and I've lost some time
But it takes a lot of for me to change my mind

Well, it's ninety nine in
The is blowin' hot
Blowin' through my daughter's hair
With everything I forgot

I drove her out to
Drove back an empty space
Thinkin' to when she was a baby
Tryin' hard to see that

I gotta circle and touch something near
Find out which way to go just to get on out of
Well, I lost my thread and I've lost time
But it takes a lot of ground for me to change my

Two up and at 'em
One more at home
She's a spark plug, a real cracker
And in four she'll be gone

They just blow through your
the wind on the plains
Like the dust covers everything
'Til the rivers with rain

I circle back and touch something near
Find out way to go just to get on out of here
Well, I lost my thread and I've lost time
But it takes a lot of ground for me to change my

Ohh, yeah, I got to back
I got to circle back, I got to back
I got to, got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to, got to, got to back