Luyện nghe bài hát Riding to New York

Well, I met him in
He was and overcast
With long, grey hair and eyes stared
Through me I was glass
I asked "Where are you to?"
He said, "I'm the wind I'm blowing through."
He lit up a cigarette and to talk

"See the doctors told me my body won't hold me
My are turning black
Been a lucky strike's fool since I was at
And ain't no turning back
They can't me how long I've got
Maybe but maybe not
I'm taking this bike and to New York

'Cause I wanna see my one last time
Wanna hold her and feel her tiny heartbeat next to mine
Wanna see my son and the man become
Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've
And I'd do it if I had to
I'm this bike and riding to New York

the forests of Wisconsin that I knew as a boy
Past the sky of Chicago
Round the of Illinois
I lay my head in a motel bed where my back is and my eyes turn red
Listen to the trucks roll my door
Through the fields of as the sunshine paints them gold
I run just a river runs, rapid, quick and cold
And fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey tolls
And I stop 'till I get to New York

'Cause I wanna see my grand-son one last
Wanna see his eyes and stare back into mine
Now my is shorter
I see my daughter
her all the things that I should have taught her
And I'd do it if I had to
Oh, I'm this bike I'm riding to New York

And I'd go up to the churchyard one last
Lay flowers down for the woman who me the best years of my life
And I'd do it if I had to
I'd do it if I had to
I'm taking this and riding to New York"