Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

The in-laws are waiting the games begun
The cell phone keeps dont answer it hon
The whole things arranged just to Dad
And its amateur day on the old slab
The kids are strapped like a half load of pipe
All safe in their car seats they fuss and they
Well you cant hardly blame em it must be a bitchCounting the crosses off down in the
This ones got flowers, ones got a wreath
This ones got a name painted underneath
Was the road all iced up, they going too fast
Heres five in a circle left the last holiday

Theres a rig just a throwin up spray
Not legal to run on kind of a day
But god damn the smokies and the wheelers too
offa 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 gravy no wine
You just over right and well get along fine
Hes the football, missing the fun
Hed with the grandkids but hes off on a run
And some hats on the singing his song
But it make a damn
Hes in for a long

Now granny shes
ready to eat
Shes havin
Cause they wont their seats
But shes got em all gathered now under one
With her camcorder
gonna get proof
But do you to wear that
I just dont see why
Please pass the eat shit and die
Did you about Ellen, shes leaving, you know
How bout those Packers, think snow?
And the minute its theyll scatter like quail
Off down the in the teeth of a gale
Silent and And numb to the core
count themselves lucky
They got through one holiday

The patrolman
He in the rain
He just it run down to soften the stain
Of the blood on his leg
From working wreck
And he wont it
In for the next holiday

Departing Chicago at
In clean desert all baggy and loose
Sits an Guardsman alone by the gate
The sure looked different, in 1968

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

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