Luyện nghe bài hát Idaho

In the of a car on a road in the dark
In the stillicide, falling snow
I've packed everything I own in a bag
And I'm driving, I'm to Idaho

A poem for leaving, a to go
So I'm driving, I'm driving to

I can't be anyone but me, anyone but me
And I can't keep dreaming that I'm free, that I'm free
I don't want to fall asleep and watch my life from feet
My hands are on the wheel so I'm driving to
'Cause I hear it's pretty

And oh, I've been dumb, I've perfectly beautiful
Lain on my back buying lovers stealth
But I'm sick of you all and I'm sick of
And I'm sick of this war I on myself

And I don't why I'm so gripped to go there
A riddle that only I know
Mr. he says, "It's all in the head
Tell me, Phaedrus, good, is it Idaho?

I can't be anyone but me, anyone but me
And I can't keep dreaming that I'm free, dreaming that I'm
I don't want to fall asleep and watch my life fifty feet
My are on the wheel so I'm driving to Idaho
'Cause I hear it's mighty pretty, 'cause I hear it's mighty

'Cause I can't be anyone but me, but me
And I can't keep dreaming that I'm free, that I'm free
I don't want to fall asleep and my life from fifty feet
My hands are on the wheel so I'm to Idaho

I want to fall asleep and watch my life from fifty feet
My are on the wheel so I'm driving to Idaho
'Cause I hear mighty pretty in Idaho