Luyện nghe bài hát Open All Night

I had the carburetor cleaned and checked with her line blown out she's like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on blocks for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
Took her to the carwash check the plugs and points
I'm goin' out I'm gonna rock that joint

north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone this turnpike sure is spooky at night you're all alone
Gotta hit the gas 'cause I'm runnin' late, this New Jersey n the like a lunar landscape

The boss dig me so he put me on the nightshift
an all night run to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy radio relay won't you lead me to my baby
the overpass trooper hits his party light switch
Goodnight luck one two powershift

I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at the route 60 Bobs Big Boy fried chicken on the seat she's sittin' in my lap
We're wipin' our on a Texaco roadmap
I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes that your heart stand still

5 A.M. oil pressure's fast
I make a pit stop the windshield check the gas
Gotta my baby on the telephone
Let her that her daddy's comin' on home
Sit tight mamma I'm commin' round I got 3 more hours but I'm coverin' ground

Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours sun's just a red risin' over them refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with gospel stations souls callin' long distance salvation
Hey mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho 'n roll deliver me from nowhere