Luyện nghe bài hát Home To Houston

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

I said, "God get me back to Houston alive"
And I won't drive a truck

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

If I get home to Houston alive
Then I won't drive a anymore

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

Yeah, if I get home to Houston alive
Then I won't drive a truck

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 don't wanna let 'em get me, I'm too to die

If I ever get home to alive
I won't drive a truck anymore