Luyện nghe bài hát My Hometown

I was eight years old and running a dime in my hand
the bus stop 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 through
He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around is your hometown
This is your
This is hometown
is your hometown

In `65 tension was running high at my school
There was a lot of between the black and white
There was nothing you do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a blast
times had come to my hometown
My
My
My

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

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