Luyện nghe bài hát Road Trip

He's got one hand on the steering
The playing in the wind
And he turns up that song he 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 of his want
He says, "This time are gonna be different"
"This I'm gonna do as I pleases"
He signals right on a exit
That ol' time warp came view
He said, "I'll the 99-cent breakfast
And coffee to wake the dead"
And back a sticky menu
The calls him "honey"
My God, she worked here
All her
And he started home
'Til he remembered why left,
Sat back and his sights
And he
The to hold him like a baby
Never treat him a child
He thinks his are some big secret
The only one by the night
at night
So he picks a dream
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 on his dash
Yeah, tramp gave back his ring
But time he's near a pay phone
tempted again
He could as just a friend, lift his voice
and his pain
But he won't her the satisfaction
No, he won't himself again.
He says, "This time things are be different"
So he calls me collect 12 am his time
And he that job fell through
But another 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 shrug in his
couldn't fool a stranger
He finally got to asking,
"Did she ask me?"
I wish I have said "yes".