Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Again

Way before platinum there was a we used to go
and ride for hours at a time on a country
is troubling, you can let it go
I get out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and to it
Simply saying, "Mr. water, what is it that you from?"
Asked the in the tree, "What is it that you humming for?"
Now (Why the Caged Bird Sings) is wishing to be free
myself of life and it's hold on me
Touring, the children, women, sexual
Religion so much to me, the church don't see enough of me
way, that way, bending corners trying to get away
Sometimes you to see a storm to appreciate a pretty day
BACK in the car now, headed for the liquor
God, what a vivid scene, what I just seen
Rolled up another one, still in a though
up at the Mini-Mart, my mind on the country roads

I want to go
On the country and get blowed
On the country roads roll
Been on the roads again

Yo, we off in these backwoods Caddy-hogging, Nappy dog, no joke
We glad they robbing, rap imposter's, for they problem no
It's cutthroat, we hungry starving, for the front do'
You want mo'? We smoke and sparking, jokers the blunt go
Been shoving folk for miles, yes I'm the type to grin and bear it
The chance and out the box, I'm back again with 'dro and spirits
Look at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that river
Grab a and took me to a place, au revoir, I'm rolling scriptures

Man these country making me zone out
Riding through all the bullshit that poppa scold 'bout
But soon as my hustle got good I out
to jump I-24, come back with plenty mo'
By '97 I was smoking o
The and the Willie Esco was the dress code
We lost our cousin Gwin, a skid row
Tony Renfrow in peace your kinfolks, I miss y'all

(Dude the hell are we doing?)
Back deep on these roads blowing, getting in touch with my mind
No worries just striped and curve-filled signs
all the events throughout the day, good or bad, somehow rewind
While I recline, in my Cadillac
Hit the trees and press
And let the melody of windy roads keep my soul upbeat
No destination proposed, just riding these roads...
Listen, this killer's that's willing to a court case
Split your wig apart quicker than the divorce
show out, go wild in the corpse cage
Blow out in the news and I don't mean the sports
Get drowned in Lake, could get found in horse cave
Fool, get down, the crazy!
Lil' Stille's ambition, itching to fill my position
Replace me, but by the Lord's grace still
Should be in depression La trill is missing, cousins in
Heard Little Ricky was snitching, now a born-again Christian
Always had my suspicions, our teens with bad
Family members overseas on a mission, we miss 'em
See you can travel straight two different coasts
State to state, navigate this globe
In of a plate full of food for the soul
I could taste it when the hit my nose
On a place called country