Luyện nghe bài hát Home To Houston

Yeah!
When I pulled out of Basra, they all wished me
Just like always did before
With a bulletproof screen on the hood of my
And a Bradley on my back
And I wound her up and I her down
And I offered this to my Lord

I said, "God get me back to Houston alive"
And I drive a truck anymore

Yes, in mornin', I'm rollin' fast
Haulin' nine gallons of high test gas
on the radio hollerin' at me
Said, "Look out up ahead here a R P G"

If I ever get to Houston alive
Then I won't a truck anymore

Well, driven the big rigs for all of my life
And my handle's train
Down steep mountain roads on the darkest of
I had ice in my veins
And I come over here 'cause I just care
Now I'm and wiser by far

Yeah, if I ever get to Houston alive
I won't drive a truck anymore

Yeah, God Almighty, what was wrong with me?
I know the money's good, can't you see
You can't take it you and ain't no lie
I wanna let 'em get me, I'm too young to die

If I ever get home to Houston
Then I won't drive a truck