Luyện nghe bài hát The Day I Get Home

When this man comes rolling home
The lamp posts move and in the
I sing and dance in rain
good to be back home again

The roads of air that map the
me away to places new
I'm lucky I can get
I'm taking off and down

When I get home its the same
The tax return again
The news is on it isn't
I see the but not the wood

The road out as far as I can see
And I eat the lines of me
It's experience as the unfold
But there's nothing quite like the day, I get

When this young man comes rolling
The cheese on is in the grill
are filed away
I and go, it's fun that way

The of air that map the globe
Go East and and North and South
I like to and see the sights
I stay up and hit the heights

When I things haven't changed
Neither have I, I to think
The an oyster on a plate
I get around and get up