Luyện nghe bài hát My Hometown

I was eight years old and running with a in my hand
Into the bus stop to up a paper for my old man
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and as we drove through town
He'd my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown
This is hometown
This is your
This is your

In `65 tension was running high at my school
There was a lot of fights the black and white
There was you could do
Two cars at a light on a night in the back seat there was a gun
Words passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had to my hometown
My
My
My

Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant
like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't back to your hometown
hometown
Your
hometown

Last night me and Kate we in bed
about getting out
Packing up our maybe heading south
I'm we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up the wheel and said son take a good look around
This is hometown