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

Bus stop rain...busted train..got a broke down '69 LTD...
I hocked my tools...to buy my brain...a wreath...from the FTD
billboards on the highway of life. Counterfeit bills in the neon lights.
This stick-shift driven saw-dust dream, show-biz sho' what it seems.
Little hipster dufus with the guitar in a coffin. I been copping his licks about 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 on the white lines of life's endless lonesome highways.
Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at every fool that my way---
"HEY!" I shouting,
"HEY! Can you gimme a 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 castaways of the game?
Tricked out with invisible pains.
people, dancing in the rain...
to the same old tune, circling like a vulture the busted juke-box of the popular culture.
If it ain't got a beat, won't put you on the street.
on the bass, light on the feet.
I the street poets in the bummed out bars.
I hum my single as I down the
"Walk Of Stars"
with the geeks and the freaks and the and the hookers---
the burn-outs of pressure cookers.
Now, are my people, my church without a steeple,
and though I never waste a tissue on an issue,
still I sympathize, 'cause I realize when I see the sorrow in eyes.
I cut my teeth on the white 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 a ride? Are you going my way?"
"HEY! Can you gimme a Someone gimme a ride!"
but no one going my way.
Now in the of my mind
I'm the topsoil of my memory.
Digging up bones and skeletones--- rusty from my past.
Gotta put a new shine on the twists of time, redefine 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 home showing first firm as a stone
the conviction, the strength the courage that it takes to a journey start
For you got to be true, you got to be strong,
when the long road home
leads smack through the smoking ruins of your 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.