Luyện nghe bài hát Diamonds On My Windshield

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

bites my cheek
Through the
Fast flyin' freeway
It always makes me

Duster tryin' to my tune
Pullin' up on the right
restlessly
Twenty-four moon

Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball
Wishin' home in a Wiscosin bed
Fifteen feet of snow in the
Colder a well digger's ass

And it ends the ride
San comin' up
Sunday slip by
Check station and you cruise by with a dry back

Orange the neon billin'
fillin' to the brim
Slave and hot spurn
full of sin

Metropolitan
and connections
Fly-by-nights from
Black and white planes out of state, a little late

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

The eights go and the fives go north
And the nexus back and forth
You see your sign, you cross the
Signal with a

Radio's gone off the air and it gives you time to
Ease it out and you across
In a section froze out
Hear the rumble as you for a cigarette

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