Luyện nghe bài hát Stopping By

Driving to a baseball on a Friday afternoon
than hell in Atlanta, Georgia.
I it's been fifteen years since I came through here
Probably should have called to you.

But I'm by. I'm stopping by, Daddy.

How did your turn out? Do you ever think about
a teenage in Chattanooga?
You ever tell folks the truth?
might've been the last of you.
Would've been a shame. We knew ya.

Now I'm stopping by. I'm by, Daddy.

I think the of me's still standing in the doorway
Counting cars and counting days and counting
I could say you made me go through the hard way
But it might've been worse if you here.

through a picture book. There's one I think my momma took.
You couldn't been much over twenty.
in your cutoff jeans, you hand a lollipop to me.
I asked where you got the money.

A picture on another page. I my eyes have aged.
I'd been for quite a while then.
Trying to get a match to burn. Waiting on a to turn.
I still have smiling.

But I'm by. I'm stopping by, Daddy.

I think the of me's still standing in the doorway.
Whatever's is headed south on 85.
Passing families on headed your way.
They so happy and alive, and I'm stopping by, Daddy.