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

Bus stop rain...busted train..got a broke down '69 LTD...
I my tools...to buy my brain...a funeral wreath...from the FTD
billboards on the highway of life. Counterfeit bills in the neon lights.
This stick-shift saw-dust dream, show-biz sho' ain't what it seems.
Little hipster dufus with the in a coffin. I been copping his licks about every so often.
I flip-flop, go the other way...
I rip off the dude where the colored girls doo-doo-do-doo-doo-do-doo-doo-do-do-doooo-dooooo
See, I cut my teeth on the white lines of life's endless highways.
Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at fool that come my way---
"HEY!" I shouting,
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you my way?"
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Someone a ride!"
but no one going my way.
Now downtown got the prison of shame.
See the castaways of the Hollywood
Tricked out whores with pains.
people, dancing in the rain...
to the same old tune, circling like a vulture with the busted of the popular culture.
If it ain't got a beat, won't put you on the street.
Heavy on the bass, 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 freaks and the and the hookers---
the burn-outs of life's cookers.
Now, these are my people, my church a steeple,
and I never waste a tissue on an incidental issue,
I sympathize, 'cause I realize when I see the sorrow in their eyes.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the white lines of endless lonesome highways.
Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at every fool that come my
"HEY!" I shouting,
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you my way?"
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Someone a ride!"
but ain't no one 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 twists of time, redefine old cemetery...
Clear out the weeds, sow new seeds, I'm scared, but still I'm gonna carry on.
'Cause did a body find their way home without showing first firm as a stone
the conviction, the strength the courage that it takes to make a journey
For you got to be true, you got to be strong,
'specially when the road home
leads smack through the smoking ruins of your heart.And I know.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the lines of life's endless lonesome highway...
Taking in the horizon...shouting at every 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 ain't no one my way.