Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Track

He was in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard,
had a dream and then he it away.
Ran to Tennessee, carried a in his hand,
a record deal and thought he had it made.
Cut an album on "The Row" and they ran it up the charts,
him a renegade and made him grow a beard.
Went on an arena and did all the late-night TV,
got for New Artist of the Year.

He took the fast track to the tip-top. He took the fast to the tip-top.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. Now he's for a slow train down.

Smiling for the cameras on his pearly whites,
oh, the ladies thought he was the best.
waited in a line. Oh yeah, he had 'em taking turns.
He was the taste of his success.
Flew on a private jet, he had a new XLII,
rode in limousines instead of cabs.
He never gave a second thought to how much everything cost.
The label said put it on his tab.

He the fast track to the tip-top. He took the fast track to the tip-top.
He took the fast to the tip-top. Now he's looking for a slow train down.

When the single ran its course, the label the plug,
all the smoke and went away.
Now he's just sucker out there looking for a gig,
drinking in a bar on Broadway.

Now back in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard,
how it all could go so wrong.
He's almost out of money and his ego's bruised
and he thinks, "Maybe I should try writing songs."
Now an idea.

He took the fast track to the tip-top. He took the track to the tip-top.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. Now looking for a slow train down.