Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Track

He was in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard,
had a dream and he followed it away.
Ran to Tennessee, a guitar in his hand,
signed a record and thought he had it made.
Cut an album on "The Row" and then 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 track to the tip-top.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. Now looking for a slow train down.

Smiling for the cameras flashing on his whites,
oh, the lovely ladies he was the best.
They in a line. Oh yeah, he had 'em taking turns.
He was the taste of his success.
Flew on a jet, he had a brand new XLII,
in limousines instead of yellow cabs.
He never gave a second thought to how much everything cost.
The said they'd 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 track to the tip-top. Now he's for a slow train down.

the single ran its course, the label pulled the plug,
all the and mirrors went away.
Now he's another sucker out there looking for a gig,
in a bar down on Broadway.

Now he's back in Virginia with a mountain in his yard,
how it all could go so wrong.
He's almost out of and his ego's getting bruised
and he thinks, "Maybe I should just try 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 he's looking for a slow down.