Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Kind

(T. van Zandt)
My days are the highway kind,
They only to leave,
But the I don't mind
It's the coming I crave,
Pour the sun the ground,
Stand to a shadow,
it grow into the night
And the spinning sky.
Time the pine trees,
It felt breath of air,
I just walk these streets
And myself to care;
Sometimes I me,
Sometimes I hear,
the shape I'm in
let me go.
I don't too much for truth,
But my knows how to pound,
My legs how to love someone,
My voice how to sound;
a shame that it's not enough,
It's a shame it is a shame,
the circle down,
Where you be?
You're the one I want,
I've never heard name,
Let's we meet someday,
If we don't all the same.
And I'll meet the between us,
And be about you,
And all the places I seen,
And why you not there.