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

Bus stop rain...busted train..got a broke down '69 LTD...
I my tools...to buy my brain...a funeral wreath...from the FTD
Blank billboards on the of life. Counterfeit bills in the neon lights.
This stick-shift driven dream, show-biz sho' ain't what it seems.
Little hipster dufus 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 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 every fool 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 ain't no one my way.
Now they got the prison of shame.
See the of the Hollywood game?
Tricked out with invisible pains.
Cardboard people, in the rain...
to the same old tune, like a vulture 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 in the bummed out bars.
I hum my single as I down the
"Walk Of Stars"
with the and the freaks and the crooks and the hookers---
the of life's 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 realize when I see the sorrow in eyes.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the lines of life's endless lonesome 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 ride? Someone 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, I'm scared, but still I'm gonna carry on.
'Cause never did a body find way home without showing first 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,
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 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 ain't no one my way.