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. Counterfeit in the neon lights.
This stick-shift driven saw-dust dream, show-biz sho' what it seems.
Little hipster dufus with the guitar in a coffin. I been copping his licks 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 endless 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? gimme a ride!"
but no one going my way.
Now downtown got the prison of shame.
See the of the Hollywood game?
Tricked out whores invisible pains.
people, dancing in the rain...
to the same old tune, circling like a vulture with the 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 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 pressure cookers.
Now, these are my people, my church 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 teeth on the white lines of endless lonesome highways.
Taking stock in the horizon... shouting at every fool come my way---
"HEY!" I shouting,
"HEY! Can you a ride? Are you going my way?"
"HEY! Can you gimme a ride? 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, I'm scared, but still 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 a journey start
For you got to be true, you got to be strong,
when the long road home
leads smack through the smoking ruins of your 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 every 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.