Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Fe

Folks, we got our headline.
"Newsies as Bulls Attack"
Crutchie's me,
Dumb crip's just too slow.
Guys are fightin', fallin'
thanks to good ole' Jack.
Captain Jack wants to close his eyes and go.
Let me go.
Far away.
Somewhere they ever find me, and tomorrow won't remind me of today.
And the city's sleepin'.
And the looks old and grey.
I get on a train bound for Santa Fe.
And I'm gone.
And I'm done.
No running. No more lying.
No more fat old man me my pay.
a moon so big and yellow, it turns night right into day.
Dreams come true. Yeah do. In Santa Fe.
Where does it say you gotta live and die
Where does it say a guy catch a break?
Why should you only take what given?
Why should you spend your life living trapped where there ain't no future.
Even at 17. Breaking your back for someone sake.
If the don't seem to suit you, how about a change of scene?
Far from the lousy headlines and the in between.
Fe, my old friend.
I can't spend my whole dreaming.
Though I know thats all I inclined to do.
I getting any younger.
And I start brand new.
I need space. And air.
Let 'em in my face. I don't care.
my place. I'll be there.

Just be is all I'm asking.
Not painting in my head.
Cause I'm dead if I can't on you today.
I got nothing if I ain't got Fe.