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
billboards on the highway of life. Counterfeit bills 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 been copping his about every so often.
Then I flip-flop, go the way...
I rip off the dude where the girls say; 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 that come my
"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.
Now downtown got the prison of shame.
See the castaways of the Hollywood
Tricked out whores invisible pains.
Cardboard people, in the rain...
to the same old tune, circling like a with the busted juke-box of the popular culture.
If it ain't got a beat, they put you on the street.
on the bass, light on the feet.
I the street poets in the bummed out bars.
I hum my as I jingle down the
"Walk Of Stars"
with the geeks and the freaks and the crooks and the
the burn-outs of life's cookers.
Now, are my people, my church without a steeple,
and though I waste a tissue on an incidental issue,
still I sympathize, 'cause I realize when I see the in their eyes.
I cut my teeth on the white 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 ride? Are you my way?"
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Someone 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 skeletones--- rusty from my past.
Gotta put a new on the twists of time, redefine this old cemetery...
Clear out the weeds, sow new seeds, sure I'm scared, but still I'm carry on.
'Cause never did a body find their way home without first firm as a stone
the conviction, the strength the courage it takes to make a journey start
For you got to be true, you got to be strong,
'specially the long road home
smack through the smoking ruins of your broken heart.And I know.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the white of life's endless lonesome highway...
Taking stock in the horizon...shouting at every that come my way---
"HEY!" I shouting,
"HEY! Can you a ride? Are you going my way?"
"HEY! Can you gimme a Someone gimme a ride!"
but no one going my way.