Luyện nghe bài hát Driving away

the man in the tie
led me backwards
across the chips
i spoke fantastic, a prophet
like a piece of
where no are

and weary now i set the good year
and the
out of me every
ready of
i might get it right
and walk
into the metro
the metro may

and now across the
your child
the highway sign, trees,
parted and hoping
see the flat delicatessen
sweeping up the
up little pieces of meetings
and on way
is the donut shop
here is the early morning
where i would drool in
yes here is the early mornings i spent training

and is the highway
chasing 'j's' out on his empty
for license plates
and liquor
there is new mexico
and down is corpus
you can my mother and me wrapped up in a warm
on the rocks
the numbing ice of each eyes
looking like now
for

is no direction but past
every thing else is
but if you would me
me there
in a
or a gas
in my mothers arms
she is too medicated
to
how to say my

say it gently, just once
for me
with the sounds of and distant trains
with the sticks
and the burnt of prayer
bathe me once
in hot oil
silence and long, long
car and dash board lights
bears in the
sweet honeycomb
of
don't weave the web too
catch me tonight
speak to me in lines
the wheels turning
where we go
dinner

the light
of high and lipstick
the red midwest
her curtains
and a strand of me stuck in her mouth
wet an outsider
to the cities i

the entire comes upon me and i
in stars
grip the
a good girl,
just don't know how to
thing