Luyện nghe bài hát Road Trip

He's got one hand on the steering
The other's in the wind
And he turns up that song he to love
But was embarrassed to admit
And he sings out and clear
But out here.
He's passing up the fruit
and traps
He his money for convenient-store
coffee, smokes, and gas
Knows a way
and has the will of his
He says, "This time things are be different"
"This time I'm do as I pleases"
He signals right on a exit
That ol' time warp 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 worked
All her
And he missing home
'Til he remembered why left,
Sat back and his sights
And he
The world to hold him like a
Never treat him like a
He his tears are some big secret
The one kept by the night
at night
So he picks a dream--any
it for a while then says, "It's just 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
he's again
He could call as a friend, lift his voice
and mask his
But he won't give her the
No, he lower himself again.
He says, "This things are gonna be different"
So he me collect about 12 am his time
And he that 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 hugged best I with words
And with a in his voice
that couldn't fool a
He finally got to asking,
"Did she ask me?"
I I could have said "yes".