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

Bus stop rain...busted power train..got a broke '69 LTD...
I my tools...to buy my brain...a funeral 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 sho' ain't it seems.
Little 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 where the colored 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 a ride? Are you going 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 castaways of the game?
Tricked out whores with 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, they put you on the street.
on the bass, light on the feet.
I meet the poets in the bummed out bars.
I hum my single as I down 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 without a steeple,
and though I never waste a on an incidental issue,
still I sympathize, 'cause I realize when I see the in their eyes.
'Cause I cut my on the white lines of life's endless lonesome highways.
Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at fool that come my way---
"HEY!" I shouting,
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? Are you my way?"
"HEY! Can you a ride? Someone gimme 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 rusty relics from my past.
Gotta put a new shine on the of time, redefine this old cemetery...
Clear out the weeds, sow new seeds, sure I'm scared, but I'm gonna carry on.
'Cause never did a body find their way home without showing first firm as a
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 the smoking ruins of your broken heart.And I know.
'Cause I cut my teeth on the lines of life's endless lonesome highway...
Taking stock in the horizon...shouting at fool 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.