Luyện nghe bài hát Road Trip

He's got one hand on the steering
The other's playing in the
And he turns up song he used to love
But was always to admit
And he out loud and clear
But out here.
He's up the fruit stands
and tourist
He his money for convenient-store
coffee, smokes, and gas
a sure-fire way
and has the of his want
He says, "This time things are be different"
"This I'm gonna do as I pleases"
He right on a random exit
That ol' time warp came into
He said, "I'll the 99-cent breakfast
And brewed to wake the dead"
And hands a sticky menu
The calls him "honey"
My God, she worked here
All her
And he missing home
'Til he why he'd left,
Sat and reset his sights
And he
The world to hold him like a
Never treat him like a
He thinks his tears are some big
The only one kept by the
at night
So he picks a dream
Follows it for a while then says, "It's not me"
"No, I'm not running. I'l on my way"
He still has her on his dash
Yeah, that gave back his ring
But time he's near a pay phone
tempted again
He could call as a friend, lift his voice
and mask his
But he won't her the satisfaction
No, he lower himself again.
He says, "This time are gonna be different"
So he calls me about 12 am his time
And he said that job through
But there's another one the line
And I asked, knowing, if he was okay
And he said, "Yeah. just--sometimes..."
So I hugged best I could words
And with a in his voice
that fool a stranger
He got around to asking,
"Did she ask me?"
I wish I could have "yes".