Luyện nghe bài hát Maybe Mexico

The world's topsy turvy
You feel like upside down
Everyday it's a push and a
People to get around

Working hard, to make some bread
Kinda get it 'fore it away
too bad our old man must work to get along
But living needs a pay

The city is a place in dirty dreams
It's to give your ideas, life
Man, gets along in Folsom country
He likes some peace and quiet
Peace and quiet, peace and

So, I've to be up and leaving town
And set headed an open road
With all that you own thrown on the back seat
'bout where you're going

Maybe New Orleans, maybe
Yeah, got to go, yeah, I'm, I'm, I've got to get out of
Don't you know, yeah, babe, I got to head on

If only you could pack up you love
And everyone who'd ever been friend
close to you the things that make you strong
Got to carry with you around the bend

The fear to move and the new can keep you in line
To go you know something stays behind
the good and bad and take along the kind
To the place like to be and right down the line, line

Oh, I've to be up and this town
And set headed down an open
all that you own kinda thrown on the back seat
Thinking 'bout you're going

New Orleans, maybe Mexico
Yeah, got to go, yeah, I'm, I'm, I've got to get out of
Don't you know, yeah,

I've to be up and leaving this
And set headed an open road
all that you own kinda thrown on the back seat
Thinking where you're going

Maybe New Orleans, maybe
Yeah, got to go, yeah, I'm, I'm, I've got to get out of
you know, yeah, babe, I got to head on down

Head on
off down in Austin, Texas
See some friends of mine, yeah,
Down near the border, near the border
Down near the border, down the border