Luyện nghe bài hát Road Trip

He's got one on the steering wheel
The other's in the wind
And he up that song he used to love
But was embarrassed to admit
And he sings out loud and
But out here.
He's up the fruit stands
and tourist
He saves his for convenient-store
coffee, smokes, and gas
Knows a way
and has the of his want
He says, "This things are gonna be different"
"This I'm gonna do as I pleases"
He signals right on a exit
That ol' warp came into view
He said, "I'll have the 99-cent
And coffee to wake the dead"
And hands a sticky menu
The calls him "honey"
My God, she must've here
All her
And he started home
'Til he remembered why left,
Sat back and reset his
And he
The world to hold him a baby
treat him like a child
He his tears are some big secret
The one kept by the night
Only at
So he a dream--any 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 tramp gave back his
But every time he's a pay phone
tempted again
He could call as a friend, lift his voice
and his pain
But he won't give her the
No, he won't himself again.
He says, "This time are gonna be different"
So he me collect about 12 am his time
And he said job fell through
But there's another one the line
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 couldn't fool a
He finally got to asking,
"Did she ask me?"
I wish I could said "yes".