Luyện nghe bài hát Riding to New York

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

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

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

Through the forests of that I knew as a boy
Past the sky of Chicago
the lakes of Illinois
I lay my head in a motel bed where my is sore and my eyes turn red
to the trucks roll past my door
Through the fields of Ohio as the sunshine paints gold
I run just like a river runs, rapid, quick and
And fly through Pennsylvania and the turnpike tolls
And I won't 'till I get to New York

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

And I'd go up to the one last time
Lay flowers for the woman who gave 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 bike and riding to New York"