Luyện nghe bài hát On the Road, Pt. 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

the beat generation, it's BE-AT,
It's the beat to keep, it's the of the heart,
It's being and down in the world,
And like old time low-down, and in ancient civilisations,
The slave men rowing galleys' to a beat, and servants spinning pottery to a beat
The faces!
There's no face to compare with Jack 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 that looks like everybody you've ever known
And on the street in your time
Sweet face, hard to describe, sad eyes, lips, expectant gleam
to the beat, tall, majestical
Waiting in of the drug-store, swaying to the beat