Luyện nghe bài hát Minutes To Memories

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

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

The old man had a but it was hard for me to follow
I do things my way and I pay a 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 Highway
is my life, it's what I've chosen to do
There are no free rides, no one it'd be easy
The old man told me this, my son, I'm it to you