Luyện nghe bài hát Load-Out

Now the seats are all
Let the take the stage
Pack it up and tear it
They're the to come and last to leave
Working for minimum wage
set it up in another town

Tonight the people were so
They waited in line
And when got up on their feet
made the show

And was sweet
But I can hear the
Of slamming doors and folding
And that's a sound they'll know

Now roll cases out and lift them amps
Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them
'Cause it comes to moving me
You know, you are the champs

But that last guitar's been packed away
You know I still want to play
So just make you got it all set to go
you come for my piano

But the on the bus
And waiting to go
got to drive all night
And do a in Chicago or Detroit, I don't know

We do so shows in a row
And these towns all look the
We just the time in the hotel rooms
And wander 'round
Till those lights come up and we hear crowd
And we why we came

Now we got Country and on the bus
R&B, we got Disco in eight tracks and cassettes in
got Rural Scenes and Magazines
We've got on the CB

And got Richard Pryor on the video
We got to think of the ones we love
While the miles roll
But the only time that too short
Is the time that we get to

People you've got the power over we do
You can sit and wait
Or you can us through
Come along, the song
You know that you can't go

'Cause that morning sun comes beating down
You're going to wake up in town
But we'll be scheduled to
A thousand miles from here