Luyện nghe bài hát Goin' Home

On the where Custer was,
his last stand,
With the all around,
And his gun in his hand.

Such a was blowing that day,
the battleground,
I feel it in my hair,
As I towards downtown.

Weaving the buildings,
Cutting the streets,
Slicing the culture,
on the weeks.

Going home, I'm home.
Going home, I'm home.
home.

in on you my friend,
Is just old times,
Said the who signed the paper,
To slimes.

It's hard to get blood a stone
But for you I'll it a try,
To provide accomodations,
And you satisfied.

You'd it was easy,
To your life away,
To not to live up to,
The you made.

home, I'm going home.
Going home, I'm home.
home.

she cut the phone,
Moved cell to cell,
looking remarkable,
And doing well.

She made a turn on a bridge,
the battleground,
With a warriors on the ridge,
She to turn her radio down.

Battle drums pounding,
All her car,
She saw her were changing,
sky and stars.

Going home, I'm home.
home, I'm going home.
Going home, I'm home.
home, I'm going home.
home.