Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

Theres a three-trailer rig just a up spray
Not to run on this kind of a day
But god the smokies and the four wheelers too
Stay my bumpers or the same goes for you
Therell be for him
He that wants it the
As he hauls it on out to the Oregon
No no gravy no Zinfandel wine
You just stay over 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 radio singing his
But it dont a damn
Hes in for a long

Now shes yelling
Shes to eat
Shes havin
Cause they wont take their
But got em all gathered now under one roof
With her camcorder
gonna get proof
But do you have to wear
Well I just see why
pass the potatoesAw eat shit and die
Did you hear Ellen, shes leaving, you know
How bout those Packers, itll snow?
And the minute its over theyll scatter like
Off down the in the teeth of a gale
Silent and shattered And numb to the
They count themselves
They got through one holiday

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

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

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

Cause something inside us that wont let us beIn stalks through our days til its too dark to see
And its damn near as deadly as on ice
Lord dont they all
Yall have a nice