Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Back Home

I'm runnin' tired, thin
I'm wearin' clothes that fit in
It's a never week long laundry list
Stop and go, goin'
Overtime,
And I ain't made for this
Traffic, sirens, city
Pay to park every
It's to find the stars around here
This I'm in is spinnin' so fast
Makes me wish that I was

On a front sittin'
Guitar
shit
Killin'
burnin'
Pappy's
your turn and pass the shine
Bout to a long weekend
Where I belong damn I've been
Gone just a little to
But I'm comin' home

I'm payin' bills, payin' dues
I feel I could play the blues
Well not, but you know what I mean
It ain't nice, sure ain't
This one bedroom on Street
The rent's cheap, but the grass so green
Act the part when in
All these folks stay on the
But somehow, they're still hard to
Of all the on the map
one takes me back

On a front porch
pickin'
Shootin'
time
Bonfire
Pappy's
Take your and pass the shine
to spend a long weekend
Where I belong 'cause I've been
Gone just a little to
But I'm comin' back

Mama's in the dancin' and cookin'
Daddy's on the Gibson singin' "Hey Lookin'"

all front porch sittin'
Guitar
Shootin'
time
Bonfire
slurrin'
Take your turn and the shine
Bout to spend a weekend
Where I 'cause damn I've been
just a little to long (I've been gone)

Well I've been gone just a too long
But I'm back home

I'm comin' home

Yeah, I'm comin home