Luyện nghe bài hát Road Trip

He's got one hand on the steering
The other's playing in the
And he turns up that song he 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 his money 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 right on a random exit
That ol' time came into view
He said, "I'll have the breakfast
And coffee to wake the dead"
And hands a sticky menu
The waitress him "honey"
My God, she must've here
All her
And he started home
'Til he why he'd left,
Sat back and reset his
And he
The world to hold him like a
treat him like a child
He thinks his are some big secret
The only one kept by the
Only at
So he a dream--any 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 every time near 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 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 across the
And I asked, already knowing, if he was
And he said, "Yeah. just--sometimes..."
So I hugged best I could words
And a shrug in his voice
that couldn't a stranger
He finally got to asking,
"Did she ask me?"
I I could have said "yes".