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

Bus rain...busted power train..got a broke down '69 LTD...
I my tools...to buy my brain...a funeral wreath...from the FTD
Blank billboards on the highway of life. Counterfeit in the neon lights.
This stick-shift driven saw-dust dream, show-biz sho' ain't it seems.
Little hipster 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 where the colored girls 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 gimme a Are you going my way?"
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? gimme a ride!"
but no one going my way.
Now downtown got the prison of shame.
See the castaways of the game?
Tricked out whores with pains.
Cardboard people, in the rain...
to the same old tune, circling a vulture with the busted juke-box of the popular culture.
If it ain't got a beat, they 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 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 when I see the sorrow in their eyes.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the white lines of life's endless highways.
Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at every that come 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.
Now in the field of my
I'm plowing the of my memory.
Digging up bones and skeletones--- rusty relics my past.
Gotta put a new on the twists of time, redefine this old cemetery...
Clear out the weeds, sow new seeds, sure I'm scared, but still I'm carry on.
'Cause never did a body find their way home without showing first as a stone
the conviction, the strength the courage it takes to make 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 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 a ride? Someone gimme a ride!"
but no one going my way.