Luyện nghe bài hát Diamonds On My Windshield

Diamonds on my
Tears from
Pullin' in on the Interstate
Pullin' a steel train in the

Wind bites my
Through the
Fast flyin' freeway
It makes me sing

Duster tryin' to change my
Pullin' up on the right
restlessly
Twenty-four hour

Wisconsin with a cue-ball head
Wishin' home in a Wiscosin bed
Fifteen of snow in the East
Colder than a well ass

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

Orange drive-in the neon
fillin' to the brim
Slave girls and hot
full of sin

Metropolitan
Interchange and
Fly-by-nights riverside
Black and white planes out of state, runnin' a late

jockey for the fast lane
One O one miss it
Rollin' hills and fields
Broken on your mind

The go east and the fives go north
And the merging back and forth
You see sign, you cross the line
with a blink

Radio's gone off the air and it gives you time to
it out and you creep across
In a lights froze out
the rumble as you fumble for a cigarette

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