Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Track

He was born in West Virginia with a in his yard,
had a dream and he followed it away.
Ran to Tennessee, carried a 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,
called him a renegade and him grow a beard.
Went on an arena tour and did all the TV,
got for New Artist of the Year.

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.

Smiling for the flashing on his pearly whites,
oh, the lovely ladies he was the best.
They waited in a line. Oh yeah, he had 'em 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 everything would cost.
The said they'd put it on his tab.

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 looking for a slow down.

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

Now he's back in West Virginia with a in his yard,
wondering how it all 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 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.