Luyện nghe bài hát The Blizzard

10th Street run in a straight line
We on the part we couldn't find
And a musky old man, had a cup in his
the unofficial doorman, he helped flag down the cabs

The snow started light, we thinking about
But thinking was by far the closest we'd get, alone
And what I had for the next couple days
Nothing more than a wish, still a phone away

So we headed west, an our felt like
Till we had to sleep or just see anymore
And the man on the corner was home, it was late
And we stranded on the highway at the Frederick, Super 8
(Lost on the highway, I ain't never going no, no, no)

10 inches, twelve, fifteen,
the cable went out, we just sang songs then got bored
Tempers were when the food it got thin
We walked a half a to the buffet, at the Holiday Inn

Six hours to twelve and twelve to forty-eight
We watched the gypsy's take when they closed the interstate
We spoke of Civil War, Fiction, and our escape
Everything was down but for that Frederick, Super 8
(Don't apologize, just me my fuckin' sandwich)

Lost on the highway on the of the road
Kicking your feet up to lighten the
There was a contest of manhood and there was no
Oh six lonely, lonely, lonely men at Frederick, Super 8
(It rhymes with 'debate' I ain't going back)