Luyện nghe bài hát Juanita

I rode in on the wind on an made of tin
About a dollar in my pocket and a of broken ribs
And my mind was on some shit that had sent my friends again
all we'd come to do was pick and grin

Juanita had a car and she the way I played guitar
She gave me little white and pushed a little too hard
Well my memory too exact but I saw some things that I can't take back
Thirty days on the road is thirty of livin hard

Well we done what we did like a couple kids
And the time it hurt was in the end
So I'll another one up take another drink from your loving cup
Honey you can go all I can keep it up

In the end I my pay just getting back to the USA
the only place a man like me can stay
Well I tell myself I'm free but a line I just don't believe
Juanita you're the home for me