Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

The in-laws are the games have begun
The cell phone keeps dont 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 of pipe
All safe in car seats they fuss and they gripe
Well you cant hardly blame em it must be a bitchCounting the crosses off down in the
ones got flowers, this ones got a wreath
This got a name painted down underneath
Was the road all iced up, they going too fast
Heres five in a circle left from the holiday

Theres a three-trailer rig just a up spray
Not legal to run on kind of a day
But god damn the smokies and the wheelers too
Stay offa my bumpers or the goes for you
Therell be for him
He that wants it the
As he hauls it on out to the coast
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 some hats on the singing his song
But it make a damn
Hes in for a holiday

Now shes yelling
Shes to eat
Shes havin
Cause they wont take seats
But shes got em all gathered now one roof
With her loaded
gonna get proof
But do you have to that
I just dont see why
Please pass the eat shit and die
Did you hear about Ellen, shes leaving, you
How bout Packers, think itll snow?
And the minute its over theyll scatter like
Off down the freeway in the teeth of a
Silent and shattered And to the core
They count lucky
got through one more holiday

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

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

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

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 they beat all
Yall have a holiday