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 them far places and it sho' was a bitch
every time I'd quit my traveling, well, my feet would start to itch

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

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

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

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

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

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'm gone, I'm packin' my load a little down the road