Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

The are waiting the games have begun
The cell phone keeps ringing dont it hon
The whole arranged just to aggravate Dad
And its day on the old super slab
The kids are strapped down like a half load of
All safe in their car seats fuss and they gripe
Well you cant hardly blame em it must be a bitchCounting the crosses off in the ditch
This got flowers, this ones got a wreath
This got a name painted down underneath
Was the all iced up, were they going too fast
Heres five in a left from the last 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 goes for you
be none for him
He that it the most
As he hauls it on out to the coast
No turkey no no Zinfandel wine
You just stay over and well get along fine
Hes the football, missing the fun
Hed play the grandkids but hes off on a run
And hats on the radio singing his song
But it make a damn
Hes in for a long

Now granny yelling
ready to eat
Shes conniptions
they wont take their seats
But got em all gathered now under one roof
With her camcorder
gonna get proof
But do you have to that
I just dont see why
Please the potatoesAw eat shit and die
Did you hear Ellen, shes leaving, you know
How bout those Packers, think snow?
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
They got through one more

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

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

When he traveled with mom, first on a plane
To visit some kin, hes forgotten their
But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teensIn their spit boots and their pressed army greens
With the creases so sharp, and their faces so
But their eyes looked so heavy, he how they 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 mission
To do they tell you, dont make a fuss
Whys not an issue, so dont too much
You just do you have to, shut up and drive
If you come later, well at least youre alive
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 let us beIn stalks 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