Luyện nghe bài hát Driving away

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

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

and now the plains
your child
the highway sign, trees,
parted and hoping
see the faced delicatessen
up the afternoon
pick up little pieces of
and on way
here is the donut
is the early morning light
where i drool in chlorine
yes is the early early mornings i spent training

and here is the
chasing 'j's' out on his empty
looking for plates
and stores
over is new mexico
and there is corpus
you can find my mother and me up in a warm
on the rocks
the ice of each others eyes
looking just now
for

there is no but past
every thing else is
but if you would me
seek me
in a
or a gas
in my american arms
before she is too
to
how to say my

say it gently, once more
for me
with the of trucks and distant trains
the gold sticks
and the burnt skin of
bathe me once
in hot oil
silence and long, long
car keys and dash lights
in the garbage
that honeycomb
of
don't the web too tight
catch me tonight
speak to me in lines
the wheels turning
ever we go
dinner

the fire
of high beam and
laughing the red
her curled
wild and a strand of me stuck in her
wet an outsider
to the cities i

the east comes upon me and i
in stars
grip the
a girl, really
just don't know how to
this