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 embarrassed to
And he out loud and clear
But out here.
passing up the fruit stands
and tourist
He saves his money for
coffee, smokes, and gas
Knows a way
and has the of his want
He says, "This time are gonna be different"
"This I'm gonna do as I pleases"
He signals right on a random
That ol' warp came into view
He said, "I'll have the 99-cent
And coffee brewed to the dead"
And back a sticky menu
The waitress 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
treat 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 then says, "It's just not me"
"No, I'm not running. I'l on my way"
He still has her picture on his
Yeah, that tramp back his ring
But every time he's a pay phone
he's again
He could call as just a friend, his voice
and mask his
But he won't give her the
No, he won't himself again.
He says, "This things are gonna be different"
So he calls me about 12 am his time
And he said job fell through
But there's another one across the
And I asked, knowing, if he was okay
And he said, "Yeah. just--sometimes..."
So I best I could with words
And a shrug in his voice
that fool a stranger
He finally got to asking,
"Did she ask me?"
I wish I have said "yes".