Luyện nghe bài hát The Blizzard

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

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

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

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

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

Lost on the on the side of the road
your feet up to lighten the load
There was a of manhood and there was no debate
Oh six lonely, lonely, men at that Frederick, Super 8
(It rhymes with 'debate' I ain't never back)