Luyện nghe bài hát My Hometown

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

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

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

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