Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

The in-laws are waiting the games begun
The cell phone keeps ringing dont it hon
The things arranged just to aggravate Dad
And its amateur day on the old super
The kids are strapped down like a half load of
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
This ones got a name painted underneath
Was the road all up, were they going too fast
Heres five in a left from the last holiday

Theres a rig just a throwin 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 wants it the most
As he hauls it on out to the coast
No turkey no gravy no Zinfandel
You just stay over right and well get fine
Hes missing the football, the fun
Hed play the grandkids but hes off on a run
And some on the radio singing his song
But it make a damn
Hes in for a holiday

Now shes yelling
Shes to eat
havin conniptions
Cause wont take their seats
But shes got em all gathered now under one
With her loaded
Shes get proof
But do you to wear that
Well I just see why
pass the potatoesAw eat shit and die
Did you hear about Ellen, leaving, you know
How bout Packers, think itll snow?
And the minute its over theyll like quail
Off down the in the teeth of a gale
Silent and shattered And to the core
count themselves lucky
They got through one holiday

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

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

When he traveled with mom, time on a plane
To visit some kin, hes their names
But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teensIn their polished boots and their pressed army greens
With the creases so sharp, and their so smooth
But their eyes looked so heavy, he 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 like they tell you, dont a fuss
Whys not an issue, so dont too much
You just do what you have to, up and drive
If you come later, well at least youre alive
You can get you some help, you can with it then
And life will be better, til it again

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