Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

Theres a three-trailer rig just a throwin up
Not legal to run on this of a day
But god the smokies and the four wheelers too
Stay offa my bumpers or the same for you
Therell be for him
He wants it the most
As he hauls it on out to the Oregon
No turkey no no Zinfandel wine
You stay over right and well get along fine
Hes missing the football, the fun
Hed with the grandkids but hes off on a run
And hats on the radio singing his song
But it dont make a
Hes in for a long

Now granny shes
ready to eat
Shes conniptions
they wont take their seats
But shes got em all gathered now under one
With her loaded
gonna get proof
But do you to wear that
Well I 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 its over theyll scatter like quail
Off down the in the teeth of a gale
Silent and And numb to the core
They count lucky
got through one more holiday

The highway
He stands in the
He just it run down to soften the stain
Of the blood on his leg
From working that
And he forget it
In time for the next

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

When he traveled with mom, first time on a
To visit kin, hes forgotten their names
But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teensIn their spit polished boots and their pressed army
With the 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 smoke while he waits for his
The uniforms different, but the remains
To do they tell you, dont make a fuss
Whys not an issue, so think too much
You do what you have to, shut up and drive
If you come apart later, well at least alive
You can get you some help, you can deal it then
And life will be better, til it again

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