Luyện nghe bài hát Goin' Down in Style

I Houston, Texas on a Gulf Coast Hurricane
I was blown down by tornadoes, up by the rain
Well my pappy wasn't happy me, he told me to go
So I stole my daddy's Cadillac, and I headed the road
I had a from ear to ear with each and every mile
I'm headed for the man, I'm goin' down in style.

Well I hit Corpus Christi, and the wind was at my
I drove them women in my daddy's Cadillac
I'd cruse down the boulevard, treated them like queens
I took them all the places that they to been seen
And when I had to them, I'd tell them with a smile
I'm headed for the border, man I'm goin' in style

Well, you've got to your chances if they ever come along
Close your eyes and to that great big engine wind
And it down matter, whether you are right or wrong
Cause when you cross the border yeah you leave this world
I stomped down on the pedal, I set the control
Five raging horses blew on by the state patrol
Yeah, there sirens screaming, Lord the lights were flashing red
A dozen more were waiting at the road block up
I scattered them like chickens, I one of them cry
"He's headin' for the border man, he's goin' in style."

Yeah when you cross the border you ain't ever back
And there no redemption when the cops are on your tail
The closest thing to heaven, is the big Cadillac
The city of Houston, or the fiery gates of hell
They nabbed me on the hill overlooks the Rio Grande

I'm feeling like Moses looking at the promise land
They hauled me to Houston, they threw me into jail
My momma started crying when my daddy the bail
I'm sorry I'm not to hear the outcome of my trial
I'm for the border man, I'm goin' down in style