Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

The are waiting the games have begun
The cell phone keeps ringing answer it hon
The whole things arranged to aggravate Dad
And its amateur day on the old slab
The kids are strapped down like a half load of
All safe in their car they fuss and they gripe
Well you cant hardly em it must be a bitchCounting the crosses off down in the ditch
ones got flowers, this ones got a wreath
This ones got a name painted down
Was the road all iced up, were they going too
Heres five in a left from the last holiday

Theres a three-trailer rig just a up spray
Not legal to run on kind of a day
But god damn the and the four wheelers too
Stay my bumpers or the same goes for you
Therell be for him
He wants it the most
As he it on out to the Oregon coast
No turkey no no Zinfandel wine
You just stay over right and well get along
Hes missing the football, the fun
Hed play the grandkids but hes off on a run
And some on the radio singing his song
But it dont a damn
Hes in for a holiday

Now granny shes
Shes to eat
Shes conniptions
Cause they wont take seats
But shes got em all now under one roof
her camcorder loaded
Shes get proof
But do you have to wear
Well I dont see why
Please pass the potatoesAw eat and die
Did you hear about Ellen, shes leaving, you
How those Packers, think itll snow?
And the minute its over theyll like quail
Off down the in the teeth of a gale
and shattered And numb to the core
They count themselves
They got through one more

The highway
He stands in the
He just lets it run down to soften the
Of the on his pant leg
From working wreck
And he wont it
In time for the holiday

Chicago at 9:52
In clean desert camo all and loose
Sits an Iowa Guardsman alone by the
The sure looked different, in 1968

When he traveled with mom, time on a plane
To visit some kin, hes forgotten their
But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teensIn their spit polished boots and their pressed army
the creases so sharp, and their faces so smooth
But their eyes so heavy, he wondered how they could move
Now hes got that same look, like his are black
Hes in his mid forties and he has to go backAnd he cant even while he waits for his plane
The different, but the mission remains
To do like they tell you, dont make a
not an issue, so dont think too much
You just do you have to, shut up and drive
If you come apart later, well at youre alive
You can get you some help, you can deal it then
And life be better, til it happens again

Cause theres something inside us that wont let us beIn through our days til its too dark to see
And its damn as deadly as Texans on ice
Lord they beat all
have a nice holiday