Luyện nghe bài hát Headlights

Lit up like a Christmas tree, the oil refinery in the night;
and down by the the seagulls fly white, against the black.
The great riding shotgun - rolling out across the veil of clouds,
and you were small, and lying awake listening to the in the house.
With the best of you ran, like all of us, in our season
memory aside - your history, all forgotten;
driven through the years in love with each distraction.
But all the while, the past is behind;
like on your tail, headlights on your tail.

Your pulse is beating faster now, like a flying hard against the wind;
trying to understand all the crazed compulsions you feel.
And all the little jealousies and betrayals, they echo in the
and somewhere through it all, the key is still turning in the lock.
Now the ghosts that you have laid, all come out to greet you;
the knowledge that you've gained - well, none of protects you.
been so very far, still peace will not embrace you,
for all the while the is close behind.
Like headlights on your tail, headlights on tail.