Luyện nghe bài hát My Country

Let's go to yesterday,
when a phone call a dime.
in New Orleans, a nickel.
Turn back the of time.
Turn the hands of time.

a room with a window,
a sofa and chairs,
a television on for the night.

a woman,
two seated,
a man there,
faces softly glowing in the light.

is my country,
are my people.
This is the I understand.
is my country,
are my people.
And I know 'em like the of my own hand.

If we had something to say we'd it off the screen
we were watching and we look away.
We all know we look like, you know what I mean?
We wouldn't had it any other way.
We got comedy, tragedy.
Ev'rything A to B,
watching people living,
seeing other play.
Having other voices fill our minds.
you, Jesus.

Feelings go unexpressed.
I think prob'ly for the best.
Dig too deep, who what you will find.

is my country, those were my people.
Theirs was the I understand.

a room, no window,
a door leads outside,
a man lying on a on the floor.
Picture his three grown behind him,
words off of a screen,
of a big as all outdoors.

Now your children are children,
even they're grown.
When speak to you,
you got to listen to what have to say.
But all live alone now,
they have TVs of own
but they keep on coming anyway.
And as I love them,
I'm always of glad when they go away.

is my country,
are my people.
This is the I understand.
is my country,
are my people.
And I 'em like the back of my own hand.
I know 'em the back of my own hand.