Luyện nghe bài hát Night Moves (The Voice Performance)

I was a too tall
Could've used a few
pants points hardly reknown
She was a black-haired with big dark eyes
And all her own sitting way up high
Way up and high

Out past the cornfields where the got heavy
Out in the seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries any clues
Workin' on our night
Tryin' to make front page drive-in news
on our night moves
In the
In the sweet

We weren't in love, oh no, far it
We weren't for some pie in the sky summit
We were just and restless and bored
Livin' by the
And we'd steal away every we could
To the backroom, to the alley or the woods
I used her, she me
But neither one
We were our share
Workin' on our moves
Tryin' to lose the teenage blues
on our night moves
And it was
Sweet summertime

And oh the
We the lightning
And we waited on the
on the thunder

I awoke last to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and
Started a song from 1962
it funny how the night moves
When you just don't seem to have as to lose
how the night moves
With closing in