Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

Theres a three-trailer rig a throwin up spray
Not to run on this kind of a day
But god damn the smokies and the wheelers too
Stay my bumpers or the same goes for you
be none for him
He wants it the most
As he hauls it on out to the Oregon
No no gravy no Zinfandel wine
You just stay right and well get along fine
Hes missing the football, the fun
Hed with the grandkids but hes off on a run
And some on the radio singing his song
But it dont make a
Hes in for a holiday

Now granny shes
ready to eat
Shes conniptions
they wont take their seats
But got em all gathered now under one roof
With her loaded
Shes gonna get
But do you have to that
I just dont see why
Please pass the potatoesAw eat and die
Did you hear Ellen, shes leaving, you know
How bout Packers, think itll snow?
And the its over theyll scatter like quail
Off the freeway in the teeth of a gale
and shattered And numb to the core
They themselves lucky
They got through one more

The patrolman
He stands in the
He lets it run down to soften the stain
Of the on his pant leg
From that wreck
And he forget it
In for the next holiday

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

When he traveled mom, first time on a plane
To visit some kin, hes their names
But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teensIn their spit polished and their pressed army greens
the creases so sharp, and their faces so smooth
But eyes looked so heavy, he wondered 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 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 dont too much
You just do what you to, shut up and drive
If you come apart later, at least youre alive
You can get you help, you can deal with it then
And life will be better, til it happens

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