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 on the highway of life. Counterfeit bills in the neon lights.
This stick-shift driven saw-dust dream, show-biz sho' ain't it seems.
Little hipster dufus with the guitar in a coffin. I been 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 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.
Now they got the prison of shame.
See the of the Hollywood game?
Tricked out with invisible pains.
people, dancing in the rain...
to the same old tune, circling like a with the busted juke-box 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 as I jingle down the
"Walk Of Stars"
with the geeks and the freaks and the crooks and the
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 I see the sorrow in their eyes.
I cut my teeth on the white lines of life's endless lonesome highways.
Taking stock in the horizon... 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 Someone gimme 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 of time, redefine this old cemetery...
Clear out the weeds, sow new seeds, sure I'm scared, but still I'm gonna on.
never did a body find their way home 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 long home
leads smack through the smoking ruins of broken heart.And I know.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the lines of life's endless lonesome highway...
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 Someone gimme a ride!"
but no one going my way.