Luyện nghe bài hát Straylin Street

When I was I was torn and frayed and lonely
Knew I had to move... hit the road
Someday I would move and hide out where no one would catch me
'cause those'r bound to gotta hit the road
for the hobo but he was no where to be found
He be lost down on Straylin Street.
Spent all my time chasing no where higher
Found out I was no where and it hit me
Thought I'd jump a train and out for Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
But the brakeman passed me by 'cause he was
Called for the but he was no where to be found
He be lost down on Straylin Street.
So you help, help, help a man like me
I said can't you help, help, a man like me
Or are you lost on Straylin Street?
I hit the road my bag full of my laundry
I my book in my right hand
Kerouac got his words that reach for the young and the hearted
'cause bound to move gotta hit the road
for the writer but he was no where to be found
He be lost down on Straylin Street...