Luyện nghe bài hát Riding to New York

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

"See the doctors told me that my body won't me
My lungs are turning
Been a lucky strike's fool I was at school
And there ain't no turning
They tell me how long I've got
months but maybe not
I'm taking this bike and to New York

'Cause I see my grand-daughter one last time
Wanna hold her close and feel her tiny heartbeat next to
Wanna see my son and the man become
Tell him I'm sorry for the I've done
And I'd do it if I had to
I'm taking this and riding to New York

Through the forests of Wisconsin that I as a boy
the sky line of Chicago
Round the of Illinois
I lay my head in a motel bed where my back is sore and my turn red
Listen to the trucks 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 and the Jersey turnpike tolls
And I won't stop 'till I get to New

'Cause I wanna see my grand-son one last
see his eyes sparkling and stare back into mine
Now my is shorter
I wanna see my
Tell her all the 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 time
Lay flowers down for the woman who gave me the 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"