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

Bus stop rain...busted power train..got a broke '69 LTD...
I hocked my tools...to buy my brain...a wreath...from the FTD
Blank billboards on the highway of life. Counterfeit bills in the lights.
This driven saw-dust dream, show-biz sho' ain't what it seems.
Little hipster dufus with the guitar in a coffin. I been 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 white 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 ride? Someone a ride!"
but no one going my way.
Now downtown they got the of shame.
See the of the Hollywood game?
Tricked out whores invisible pains.
people, dancing in the rain...
to the same old tune, circling like a vulture with the 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 single as I jingle the
"Walk Of Stars"
with the geeks and the freaks and the crooks and the
the burn-outs of pressure cookers.
Now, these are my people, my church 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.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the white 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 a ride? Someone gimme a ride!"
but no one going my way.
Now in the of my mind
I'm plowing the of my memory.
Digging up bones and skeletones--- rusty relics my past.
Gotta put a new shine on the twists of time, this old cemetery...
out the weeds, sow new seeds, sure 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 start
For you got to be true, you got to be strong,
when the long road home
leads smack through the smoking ruins of broken heart.And I know.
'Cause I cut my on the white 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 gimme a Are you going my way?"
"HEY! Can you a ride? Someone gimme a ride!"
but no one going my way.