Luyện nghe bài hát CountrySide

I was a little bum back in '61
staring out that ol' Ford window and open-eyed
didn't matter we were going
just as long as I saw
I remember being thankful for Sunday rides...
I was

City born and city
to this day I'm still
that could ever make me citified
in my hopes, in my
I kept going home, it
going home to my side.

Life got way too crowded, at it did for me
for a place to run to where I could hide
didn't where I'd be going,
was no place in between
to afford my own Ford so I could that ride...
might've

City born and city
not so well behaved
'cause nobody could make me citified
in my hopes, in my dreams
I going home, it seems
home to my country side.

When you're home up in the
no place like home
to lay in the shade and smell that mown hay
steal moonlight in the forest, run the on starry nights
wake up to a holiday

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

City born and city
you look back, it's just a haze
where nothing ever make you citified
when in your hopes, and in your
you keep going home, it
going home to your side.

I get and thank God
for my side.