Luyện nghe bài hát Highway 29

I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size
I said "There's no smokin' in the ma'am."
She crossed her and then
We made some small that's where it should have stopped
She slipped me her number, I put it in my
My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my
In little roadhouse
On 29

It was a small bank it was a mess
Well I had a gun you know the
Money on the floorboards, was covered in blood
And she was cryin', her and me we headed
On 29

In a desert motel the air was hot and clean
I slept the sleep of the dead, I dream
I woke in the morning, my face in the sink
We headed the Sierra Madres 'cross the border line
The winter sun shot the black trees
I myself it was all something in her
But as we drove I it was something in me
Something been comin' for a long long time
And something that was here me now
On 29

The road was filled with broken and gasoline
She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a
The wind come through the windshield
All I see was snow, sky and pines
I closed my and I was runnin'
I was runnin' then I was