Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Track

He was born in West with a mountain in his yard,
had a and then he followed it away.
Ran to Tennessee, a guitar 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 renegade and made him a beard.
Went on an arena and did all the late-night TV,
got for New Artist of the Year.

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

for the cameras flashing 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 instead of yellow cabs.
He never a second thought to how much everything would cost.
The label said put it on his tab.

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

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

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

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.