Luyện nghe bài hát Idaho

In the back of a car on a road in the
In the stillicide, silently falling
I've packed that 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 to Idaho

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

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

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

'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 watch my from fifty feet
My hands are on the so I'm driving to Idaho
'Cause I hear it's mighty pretty, I hear it's mighty pretty

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

I don't want to fall and watch my life from fifty feet
My are on the wheel so I'm driving to Idaho
'Cause I it's mighty pretty in Idaho