Luyện nghe bài hát Minutes To Memories

(John M. Green)
On a Greyhound thirty miles Jamestown
He saw the sun set on the Tennesseee
He looked at the young man who was riding him
He said I'm old, of worn out inside
I worked my whole in the steel mills of Gary
And my before me I helped build this land
Now I'm seventy-seven and God as my witness
I earned every dollar passed through my hands
My family and freinds are the things I've known
Through the eye of the I'll carry them home

Days turn to
And to memories
sweeps away the dreams
That we have
You are young and you are the
So it up and tough it out
And be the you can
The rain hit the old dog in the last gleaming
He said son it like rattling old bones
This highway is long but I know that are longer
By sunup I guess I'll be home
Through the of Kentucky 'cross the Ohio River
The old man kept talking 'bout his life and his
He fell asleep with his against the window
He said an man's pillow is his peace of mind
This world offers riches and will grow wings
I don't take stock in uncertain things

The old man had a vision but it was for me to follow
I do my way and I pay a high price
I think back on the old man and the bus ride
Now that I'm I can see he was right
Another hot one out on Eleven
is my life, it's what I've chosen to do
There are no rides, no one said it'd be easy
The old man told me this, my son, I'm it to you