Luyện nghe bài hát Road Trip

He's got one hand on the steering
The other's in the wind
And he turns up song he used to love
But was always to admit
And he sings out and clear
But out here.
passing up the fruit stands
and traps
He saves his for convenient-store
coffee, smokes, and gas
a sure-fire way
and has the will of his
He says, "This things are gonna be different"
"This time I'm do as I pleases"
He right on a random exit
ol' time warp came into view
He said, "I'll have the breakfast
And brewed to wake the dead"
And back a sticky menu
The waitress him "honey"
My God, she must've here
All her
And he started missing
'Til he why he'd left,
Sat back and his sights
And he
The world to hold him a baby
Never him like a child
He thinks his tears are big secret
The one kept by the night
at night
So he picks a dream--any
Follows it for a while says, "It's just not me"
"No, I'm not running. I'l on my way"
He still has her picture on his
Yeah, tramp gave back his ring
But time he's near a pay phone
he's again
He could as just a friend, lift his voice
and mask his
But he give her the satisfaction
No, he won't lower again.
He says, "This time things are be different"
So he me collect about 12 am his time
And he said that job through
But there's one across the line
And I asked, knowing, if he was okay
And he said, "Yeah. just--sometimes..."
So I hugged I could with words
And with a in his voice
that couldn't a stranger
He got around to asking,
"Did she ask me?"
I wish I could have "yes".