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

Bus stop rain...busted power train..got a 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, sho' ain't what it seems.
Little hipster dufus with the guitar in a coffin. I 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.
Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at every fool that come my
"HEY!" I shouting,
"HEY! Can you gimme a Are you going 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 Hollywood
Tricked out whores with pains.
people, dancing in the rain...
to the same old tune, like a vulture with the busted juke-box of the popular culture.
If it got a beat, they won't put you on the street.
Heavy on the bass, on the feet.
I meet the poets in the bummed out bars.
I hum my single as I jingle the
"Walk Of Stars"
the geeks and the freaks and the crooks and the hookers---
the of life's pressure cookers.
Now, these are my people, my church a steeple,
and though I never waste a tissue on an issue,
still I sympathize, I realize 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 fool that 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 no one going my way.
Now in the of my mind
I'm the topsoil of my memory.
Digging up bones and rusty relics from my past.
Gotta put a new shine on the of time, redefine this old cemetery...
Clear out the weeds, sow new seeds, I'm scared, but still I'm gonna carry on.
'Cause never did a body find their way home without showing 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 long 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 stock in the horizon...shouting at every fool that my way---
"HEY!" I shouting,
"HEY! Can you a ride? Are you going my way?"
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Someone a ride!"
but no one going my way.