Luyện nghe bài hát Ireland

Drivin' in my
On my way to
It's been a time
It's been a time

with my friends
On my way to
It's a long time
been a long time

So I was out in the desert
And a tried to lasso me
He said, "You're red and made of clay, a portrait"
I let him wake me but not to stay

in my Saab
On my way to
It's a long time
It's been a time

Drivin' with my
On my way to
It's been a time
It's been a long

Next in New York, I fell out with a
Of the white collar but just as ferocious
I remembered Macha running faster than the
Then an encounter with a voice caressed me

Drivin' in my
On my way to
been a long time
A long

with my friends
On my way to
been a long time
A time

it you who held off a surrender
To one spoiled nun who taught you the
Of the mountains, on the moon and then a
Proceded to arrange your soul while I on my knees

Drivin' in my
On my way to
It's been a long
A time

Drivin' with my
On my way to
It's been a long
A time

A such a long, time
A long time, a time