Luyện nghe bài hát The End

I don't the sound of my father's voice
I don't know how he says my name
But it plays out a song on a jukebox in a bar
In the back of my till it's weary and mushy

And in the cotton out by the house where I was born
The leaves burn effigies of my kin
The trains run snakes through Penacostal pine
Filled up with cotton and slow gin

Oh, Jacksonville, how you burn in my
How you hold all my captive
Jacksonville, how you play my mind
Oh, my heart goes back, suffocating on the
In

The end, the end, the end

All the cars are lined up on a Saturday
With the sky full of nothing but
And I lose my in the bottles of wine
Till the morning comes and I ain't nothing but you

Now the in the morning for a plate of eggs
The waitress to give me change I say, "Nah, it's cool, just keep it"
I up my news, I start thinking about her
And I wonder if anybody here besides me has got any secrets

Oh, Jacksonville, how you burn in my
How you hold all my captive
hell, how you play with my mind
Oh, my heart goes back, suffocating on the
In

The end, the end, the end