Luyện nghe bài hát Made In America

(R.Sambora & R.Supa)
Made in America, nineteen nine,
Born down by the factories, cross the City line.
Raised on radio, a jukebox kid,
I was alright.
Just a town homeboy, with big dreams,
Following his conscience, in a full of extremes.
Fresh outta school, only seventeen,
I was alright.
Blinded by my vision, was just no turning back,
Like a runaway train, life was steaming the track.
You'd say I'd never made it out, but I on hanging on,
Every night I to Jesus, and held my head up strong.
I was alright, I on my feet,
in America, I was brought up on the street.
My old man's independence, seemed good for me,
I was made in America, in America.
cared much about politics,'til I was twenty one,
But I woke up when Lennon, found the end of a gun.
He left his inspiration, before he goodbye,
And we alright.
We all lose our innocence, it's to hold,
I didn't know it then, I had a pocket of gold.
When I kissed younger days goodbye, it almost broke my heart,
I was going through my pains, I was driving in the dark.
But I was alright, I on my feet,
in America, I was brought up on the street.
I'm facing up to freedom, and down my dream,
I was made in America, I was made in America.
Yeah we all lose our innocence, it's to hold,
I just didn't it then, I had a pocket full of gold.
When they said I'd never make it, I just kept on,
And every I prayed to Jesus, and I held my head up strong.
And I was alright, I on my feet,
Made in America, I was up on the street.
Facing up to who I am, down my dream,
I was in America, yeah I was made in America.
in America.