Luyện nghe bài hát Headlights

Lit up like a Christmas tree, the oil glows 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 them you ran, like all of us, in our
Casting memory aside - history, all forgotten;
driven onwards through the years in with each distraction.
But all the while, the past is close
like headlights on tail, headlights on your tail.

Your pulse is beating faster now, a bird flying hard against the wind;
to understand all the crazed compulsions that you feel.
And all the little jealousies and betrayals, they echo in the
and back 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 that you've gained - well, none of this protects you.
You've been so very far, peace will not embrace you,
for all the while the past is behind.
headlights on your tail, headlights on your tail.