Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Track

He was born in West Virginia a mountain in his yard,
had a dream and he followed it away.
Ran to Tennessee, carried a in his hand,
signed a deal and thought he had it made.
Cut an on "The Row" and then they ran it up the charts,
called him a and made him grow a beard.
Went on an arena tour and did all the 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 the fast track to the tip-top. Now he's looking for a slow train down.

Smiling for the cameras flashing on his whites,
oh, the ladies thought he was the best.
They waited in a line. Oh yeah, he had 'em turns.
He was relishing the of his success.
on a private jet, he had a brand new XLII,
rode in limousines of yellow cabs.
He never gave a second thought to how much would cost.
The label they'd put it on his tab.

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

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

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