Luyện nghe bài hát Diamonds On My Windshield

Diamonds on my
from heaven
Pullin' in on the Interstate
Pullin' a steel in the rain

Wind bites my
the wing
Fast flyin' drive
It makes me sing

tryin' to change my tune
Pullin' up fast on the
Rollin'
Twenty-four hour

Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball
Wishin' he's in a Wiscosin bed
feet of snow in the East
Colder than a digger's ass

And oceanside it the ride
San Clemente up
Sunday slip by
Check station close and you cruise by with a dry

Orange drive-in the billin'
Theater's fillin' to the
Slave and hot spurn
Bucket of sin

area
Interchange and
from riverside
Black and white planes out of state, runnin' a little

Sailors jockey for the fast
One O one don't it
Rollin' and concrete fields
Broken line on your

The eights go east and the fives go
And the merging back and forth
You see your sign, you cross the
Signal a blink

Radio's gone off the air and it gives you to think
Ease it out and you across
In a lights froze out
Hear the as you fumble for a cigarette

Blazin' through this jungle
Remember that you met
And one more block, the engine in whispers,"Home at last"
Whispers, whispers, whispers, "Home at last, at last"