Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Again

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

I just to go
On the country roads and get
On the country roads again
Been on the country roads

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 starving, charging for the front do'
You want mo'? We and sparking, jokers like the blunt go
shoving folk for plenty miles, yes I'm the type to grin and bear it
The second chance and out the box, I'm back again 'dro and spirits
Look at me now, I a spot, I'm down here by that rolling river
Grab a rose and me to a place, au revoir, I'm rolling scriptures

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

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