Luyện nghe bài hát Hey! You Going My Way???

Bus rain...busted power train..got a broke down '69 LTD...
I hocked my tools...to buy my brain...a wreath...from the FTD
Blank billboards on the of life. Counterfeit bills in the neon lights.
This stick-shift saw-dust dream, show-biz sho' ain't what it seems.
Little dufus with the guitar in a coffin. I been copping his licks about every so often.
I flip-flop, go the other way...
I rip off the dude the colored girls say; doo-doo-do-doo-doo-do-doo-doo-do-do-doooo-dooooo
See, I cut my teeth on the white of life's endless lonesome highways.
Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at every fool that my way---
"HEY!" I shouting,
"HEY! Can you a ride? Are you going my way?"
"HEY! Can you a ride? Someone gimme a ride!"
but no one going my way.
Now downtown got the prison of shame.
See the of the Hollywood game?
out whores with invisible pains.
Cardboard people, in the rain...
to the same old tune, circling like a vulture with the busted of the popular culture.
If it got a beat, they won't put you on the street.
Heavy on the bass, on the feet.
I the street poets in the bummed out bars.
I hum my single as I jingle the
"Walk Of Stars"
with the and the freaks and the crooks and the hookers---
the of life's pressure cookers.
Now, these are my people, my church a steeple,
and though I waste a tissue on an incidental issue,
still I sympathize, 'cause I realize when I see the sorrow in eyes.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the lines of life's endless lonesome highways.
Taking in the horizon... shouting at every fool that come my way---
"HEY!" I shouting,
"HEY! Can you gimme a Are you going my way?"
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? gimme a ride!"
but no one going my way.
Now in the of my mind
I'm plowing the of my memory.
Digging up and skeletones--- rusty relics from my past.
Gotta put a new shine on the of time, redefine this old cemetery...
out the weeds, sow new seeds, sure I'm scared, but still I'm gonna carry on.
'Cause never did a body find their way without showing first firm as a stone
the conviction, the strength the courage that it to make a journey start
For you got to be true, you got to be strong,
'specially when the road home
leads smack through the smoking ruins of broken heart.And I know.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the white lines of life's endless highway...
Taking stock in the horizon...shouting at every fool that my way---
"HEY!" I shouting,
"HEY! Can you a ride? Are you going my way?"
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? gimme a ride!"
but ain't no one my way.