Luyện nghe bài hát CountrySide

I was a little bum back in '61
staring out that ol' Ford window and open-eyed
matter where we were going
just as as I saw green
I remember well being for Sunday rides...
I was

City born and raised
to day I'm still amazed
that nothing could ever make me
in my hopes, in my
I going home, it seems
home to my country side.

Life got way too crowded, at it did for me
looking for a place to run to I could hide
matter where I'd be going,
there was no in between
to afford my own Ford so I could that ride...
been

City and city raised
maybe not so well
nobody could ever make me citified
when in my hopes, in my
I kept going home, it
going to my country side.

When you're up in the mountains
no place like home
to lay in the shade and smell that fresh hay
steal in the forest, run the fields on starry nights
up to a down-home holiday

Took me more a little while to go that country mile
staring out that old office window and bleary eyed
didn't matter when I'd be
just as as I could dream
of packing it in - and up -
and taking a ride...
'cause when

City and city raised
you don't look back, just a haze
where nothing could make you citified
when in your hopes, and in your
you keep home, it seems
going home to your side.

I get and thank God
for my side.