Luyện nghe bài hát Point Me In The Direction Of Albuquerque

Window downtown, feelin' mighty good
And I noticed the corner how all alone she stood
the lamplight, an angel in disguise
Lonely little runaway with teardrops in her

Crazy little rag doll, her hair was wild and
And I put my arm her, 'cause I knew that she was lost
She didn't seem to notice that anyone was
Till she turned to me and whispered in my ear

Point me in the direction of
I want to go home, and me get home
Point me in the of Albuquerque
I need to get home, to get home

me a ticket for a Greyhound bus
Her head was lost in
She didn't who or where she was
And anyone that helps me is a real good of mine
Real friend of mine

Point me in the direction of
And help me get home, help me get

Walked her to the and kissed away the tears
Knowing I'd remember through all the coming
Rag doll on that Greyhound who with all her might
Weeped against the window as the bus out of sight

Point me in the of Albuquerque
I want to go home, and help me get
me in the direction of Albuquerque
I to get home, need to get home

Point me in the direction of
I to go home, and help me get home