Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

Theres a rig just a throwin up spray
Not to run on this kind of a day
But god damn the smokies and the wheelers too
Stay offa my or the same goes for you
Therell be for him
He that it the most
As he hauls it on out to the coast
No turkey no gravy no Zinfandel
You just stay right and well get along fine
Hes the football, missing the fun
Hed play with the but hes off on a run
And some hats on the singing his song
But it dont a damn
Hes in for a holiday

Now shes yelling
ready to eat
Shes conniptions
they wont take their seats
But shes got em all gathered now under one
her camcorder loaded
Shes gonna get
But do you to wear that
Well I just see why
Please pass the eat shit and die
Did you hear Ellen, shes leaving, you know
How bout those Packers, think itll
And the minute its over scatter like quail
Off down the freeway in the of a gale
and shattered And numb to the core
They themselves lucky
got through one more holiday

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

Chicago at 9:52
In clean desert all baggy and loose
Sits an Iowa alone by the gate
The place looked different, in 1968

When he traveled with mom, time on a plane
To visit kin, hes forgotten their names
But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teensIn their spit polished boots and pressed army greens
With the creases so sharp, and their faces so
But their eyes looked so heavy, he wondered how could move
Now hes got that look, like 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 remains
To do like tell you, dont make a fuss
not an issue, so dont think too much
You just do what you have to, shut up and
If you come apart later, well at least youre
You can get you some help, you can deal with it
And life will be better, til it again

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