Luyện nghe bài hát Load-Out

Now the are all empty
Let the roadies the stage
it up and tear it down
They're the first to come and last to
Working for minimum wage
They'll set it up in town

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

And was sweet
But I can the sound
Of slamming and folding chairs
And that's a they'll never know

Now roll them 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 when that last guitar's packed away
You know that I still want to
So just sure you got it all set to go
you come for my piano

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

We do so many in a row
And towns all look the same
We pass the time in the hotel rooms
And wander 'round
Till those come up and we hear that crowd
And we why we came

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

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

People you've got the over what we do
You can sit there and
Or you can pull us
Come along, sing the
You know that you go wrong

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