Luyện nghe bài hát Springsteen

To this day when I hear that
I see you standin' there all night
shades, store bought tan
Flip and cut-off jeans

Somewhere that setting sun
I'm on fire and to run
You at me and I was done
And we're, just getting started

I was singin' to you, you singin' to me
I was so alive, never more free
up my daddy's lighter and we sang, oh

Stayed there they forced us out
And the long way to your house
I can still hear the sound of you don't go

I think about you, I think about seventeen
I about my old jeep
I about the stars in the sky
Funny how a sounds like a memory
the soundtrack to a July Saturday night, Springsteen

I bumped you by happenstance
You probably even know who I am
But if I whispered name
I bet still be a spark

Back I was gasoline
And this old tattoo had new ink
And we didn't care what mom would think
About your on my arm

is it spring or is it summer
The guitar sound or the beat of drummer
You hear sometimes late at
On radio

Even though you're a million away
you hear 'Born in the USA'
You relive those days
So ago

When you think about me, do you about seventeen
Do you think about my old
Think about the in the sky
Funny how a melody like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July night
Springsteen,

Funny how a sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July night


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