Luyện nghe bài hát Night Moves (The Voice Performance)

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

Out past the cornfields where the got heavy
Out in the back of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any
Workin' on our moves
Tryin' to some front page drive-in news
Workin' on our night
In the
In the sweet

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

And oh the
We felt the
And we on the thunder
on the thunder

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