Luyện nghe bài hát The End

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

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

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

The end, the end, the end

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

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

Oh, Jacksonville, how you burn in my
How you hold all my dreams
Jackson hell, how you with my mind
Oh, my heart goes back, on the pines
In

The end, the end, the end