Luyện nghe bài hát Headlights

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

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