Luyện nghe bài hát Night Moves (The Voice Performance)

I was a little too
used a few pounds
Tight points hardly reknown
She was a black-haired beauty big dark eyes
And points all her own way up high
Way up firm and

Out the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on without any clues
Workin' on our moves
Tryin' to make some front drive-in news
Workin' on our night
In the
In the sweet

We weren't in love, oh no, far it
We searchin' 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 awkward blues
Workin' on our night
And it was
Sweet summertime

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

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