Luyện nghe bài hát Paint The Town Beige

I gave up the lane for a blacktop county road
Just burned out on all talk 'bout the motherlode
I traded for a songbird, a piece of sky
When I the good old days I can't imagine why

Still I get and drive into town
I cruise once down Main and turn back around
It's crazy but God knows I act my age
Like an old desperado who paints the beige

Down along the river, past the hole
You can find piece of mind with just a fishing pole
And you can walk the river for miles and on end
And never stop believing in that dream the bend

But still I get restless and into town
My playing, my window roll down
It's but God knows I don't act my age
Like an old desperado who paints the town

down in the winter, time slows to a crawl
There's really nothing much to do until the first spring
then I get to thinking I must have gone insane
Memories roll through my like a long slow railroad train

I get restless and drive into town
Watch the world through a windshield as it all comes
It's crazy but God I don't act my age
those old desperadoes who paint the town beige
I up the fast lane