Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Thing

I've been traveling all years,
barely getting by.
The road can be your
Or the in disguise.

When the get going,
The visit me.
Yet in soft, low tones,
They say to me,
Say to me,

"It no groove thing,
It no country twang,
a simple refrain;
It's a soul thang."

Where the city meets the county road,
Where the sun is and warm,
No how long I may roam,
This song still us home,
us home.

Now we'll you about these times,
When the come out to play,
And jazz her number...
It's funny, she says:

"It no groove thing,
It ain't no twang,
It's a simple
It's a thang." [2x]

Now I'll tell you these times,
When the come out to play,
And jazz her number...
funny, she always says:

"Well, the lights fly by me,
As their eyes are heavy.
We're sending our love telephone wire.
These getting lonelier by the mile...by the mile."

It no groove thing,
It no country twang,
a simple refrain;
It's a soul thang.

It no groove thing,
Yeah, no country twang,
a simple refrain;
It's a soul thang.