Luyện nghe bài hát High, Low & in Between

Come from a line
High, low and in between, as you
Hills of golden, hails of
thrown me through

And I believe I've come to
That turning 'round is to become
And the gold's no good for
And the hungry waiting

What can you leave
When you're flying lightning fast and all
Only a trace, my
of motion born and direction grown

The trace it will not fade in skies
And your will be
And if a shadow dont seem much
But who it would be?

is the highway
And the home-made kind, the highway's mine
And us ramblers get the travelin' done
You fathers build with stones stand and shine

where you find it
And you can't take too much you
But daddy, don't you
It's just this highway

All things that are
Are brothers in the and in the sky
And I believe it with my blood, if not my
I don't know why we can't be here,
I we should be
Answers don't easy
and I'm if they could be