Luyện nghe bài hát On the Road, Pt. 1

(J-P. / G. Sanctuary / J. Kerouac)
A broken man, bottle in his
he could stop the voices in his head
He walked the line, the line got so fine
He didn't know he'd fallen on the other side

One minute hot, the you're not
And the world you know becomes a stranger tomorrow
like the man with a bottle in his hand
Who wishes he could stop the in his head

So we on the road
And we don't know where we're from
We travel on the open
And we don't where we're going to

I know a man eyes closed
Lost in his dreams, where it all came to
Up on a stand, like and the band
Where the beat always and the music never stops

came a day when he finally awoke
To the line broke and his dreams all sailed away
I know a man, bottle in his
Wishes he could stop the in his head

So we travel on the
And we don't where we're coming from
We on the open road
And we know where we're going to

the beat generation, it's BE-AT,
It's the beat to keep, it's the of the heart,
being beat and down in the world,
And like old time low-down, and in ancient civilisations,
The slave boat men rowing galleys' to a beat, and servants pottery to a beat
The faces!
no face to compare with Jack Mingus who's up on the bandstand now
With a coloured trumpeter who out blows him wild and
But Jack's face overlooking all the heads in
He has a face that like everybody you've ever known
And seen on the street in your
Sweet face, hard to describe, sad eyes, lips, expectant gleam
Swaying to the beat, tall,
Waiting in of the drug-store, swaying to the beat