Luyện nghe bài hát The Load-out

(by Browne & Bryan Garofalo)
Now the seats are all
Let the roadies the stage
it up and tear it down
They're the to come and last to leave
for that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another
Tonight the were so fine
They waited there in
And when they got up on their they made the show
And was sweet--
But I can the sound
Of doors and folding chairs
And that's a sound they'll never
Now roll cases out and lift them amps
Haul trusses down and get'em up them ramps
'Cause when it comes to me
You are the champs
But that last guitar's been packed away
You know that I want to play
So just make you got it all set to go
Before you come for my
But the on the bus
And they're to go
got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago
or Detroit, I know
We do so shows in a row
And towns all look the same
We just pass the in our hotel rooms
And wander 'round
Till those lights up and we hear that crowd
And we why we came
Now we got and western on the bus
R and B, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in
We've got rural & magazines
got truckers on the CB
We've got Richard on the video
We got to think of the ones we love
While the miles away
But the only that seems too short
Is the time we get to play
People you've got the over what we do
You can sit there and
Or you can us through
along, sing the song
You you can't go wrong
'Cause when that morning sun comes beating
going to wake up in your town
But be scheduled to appear
A thousand miles from here
(c) 1977 SWALLOW TURN & GIANNI MUSIC