Luyện nghe bài hát My Hometown

I was eight years old and running a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a 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 around this is your hometown
This is your
This is hometown
This is hometown

In `65 tension was running high at my high
There was a lot of fights between the and white
There was you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun
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 here no more
They're closing down the textile mill across the tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to hometown
Your
hometown
Your

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