Luyện nghe bài hát Passing Lane

Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the
I was a happy boy 'til television came along
It showed far away places and it sho' was a bitch
'Cause time I'd quit my traveling, well, my feet would start to itch

So I borrowed my daddy's suitcase and up my guitar
I walked up the highway and I down a car
I hitchhiked out to Kansas City just as far as I
My life was all before me and that highway sure good

Gimme highway, better go my way
Crank up the big wheels, let 'em on
I'm movin' like a fast train, gimme passing lane
And I'm gone, I'm my load a little further down the road

I on down to Dallas soon as I got the chance
I was funky music for them city folks to dance
And I had in my pocket, I had fun in my bed
But I've been here a year now and it's to my head

'Cause I've been rocked into ruin, been discoed to death
I've been funk rocked and punk rocked 'til I can't my breath
I've been ragged I'm ragged, I've been new waved 'til I'm blind
But got a solution for my funky state of mind

Gimme that highway, go my way
Crank up the big wheels, let 'em on
I've movin' like a fast train, gimme that lane
And I'll be gone, no more just as long as I can move

that highway, better go my way
Crank up the big wheels, let 'em on
I've movin' like a fast train, gimme passing lane
And I'm gone, I'm packin' my load a little down the road