Luyện nghe bài hát Gloryland (with Blackhawk)

In the little that I grew up in
Me and my buddies had big dreams
Kelly set her on making movies
Randy was swinging for the leagues
Michaels Daddy was our Sheriff
He couldnt wait to work his old man
Me, all I was to fly an airplane
See the courtesy of Uncle Sam

Whoa, we are on our way
on our way to Gloryland
Whoa, we are all just scattered stones by Heavens
Whoa, we are on our way, were on our way, were on our way,

I read the words we in our old yearbook
Man, its funny how our lives changed
Kellys somewhere out in
Randys it playing Triple A
Michael a beat in New York City
You got to it to the boys in blue
And, me I stood beside men of
Who fought to see Americas dream come

Whoa, we are on our way
Were on our way to
Whoa, we are all just scattered by Heavens hand
Whoa, we are on our way, were on our way, on our way

Oh, where leads us we cant always say
(we cant say)
But where we need to be its a dream away
(just a away)

Whoa, we are on our way
Were on our way to
Whoa, we are all just scattered stones by Heavens
Whoa, we are on our way, on our way to Gloryland
Whoa, we are on our way, on our way, were on our way

on our way