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

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