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

Bus stop rain...busted power train..got a down '69 LTD...
I hocked my tools...to buy my brain...a wreath...from the FTD
Blank on the highway of life. Counterfeit bills in the neon lights.
This stick-shift driven saw-dust dream, show-biz ain't what it seems.
hipster dufus with the guitar in a coffin. I been copping his licks about every so often.
Then I flip-flop, go the 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 lines of life's lonesome highways.
Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at every fool 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 ain't no one my way.
Now downtown they got the of shame.
See the of the Hollywood game?
out whores with invisible pains.
Cardboard people, in the rain...
to the old tune, circling 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.
on the bass, light on the feet.
I meet the street poets in the out bars.
I hum my as I jingle down the
"Walk Of Stars"
with the geeks and the freaks and the and the hookers---
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, I realize when I see the sorrow in their eyes.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the lines of life's endless lonesome highways.
Taking in the horizon... shouting 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 in the field of my
I'm the topsoil of my memory.
Digging up bones and rusty relics from my past.
put a new shine 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 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 road
leads smack through the smoking of your broken heart.And I know.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the white lines of endless lonesome highway...
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 no one going my way.