Luyện nghe bài hát My Hometown

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

In `65 tension was running at my high school
There was of fights between blacks and whites
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
And times had come to my hometown
My
My
My

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

Last night me and Kate, we in bed
about getting out
Packing up our bags and maybe heading
I'm thirty-five, 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