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. 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 copping his licks every so often.
I flip-flop, go the other 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 lines of endless lonesome highways.
Taking stock in the horizon... at every 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 ain't no one my way.
Now downtown they got the of shame.
See the castaways of the Hollywood
out whores with invisible pains.
Cardboard people, 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 poets in the bummed out bars.
I hum my single as I jingle the
"Walk Of Stars"
with the geeks and the and the crooks and the hookers---
the burn-outs of pressure cookers.
Now, these are my people, my without a steeple,
and though I never waste a on an incidental issue,
still I sympathize, 'cause I when I see the sorrow in their eyes.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the 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 a ride? Are you going my way?"
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Someone a ride!"
but ain't no one my way.
Now in the of my mind
I'm plowing the 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, sure I'm scared, but 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 that it takes 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 of your broken heart.And I know.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the lines of life's endless lonesome highway...
stock 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 gimme a Someone gimme a ride!"
but ain't no one my way.