Luyện nghe bài hát The Load-out

(by Jackson Browne & Garofalo)
Now the are all empty
Let the roadies take the
it up and tear it down
They're the first to and last to leave
for that minimum wage
They'll set it up in town
the people were so fine
They there in line
And they got up on their feet they made the show
And was sweet--
But I can the sound
Of slamming doors and folding
And that's a sound they'll know
Now roll cases out and lift them amps
Haul them down and get'em up them ramps
'Cause when it to moving me
You guys are the
But when that last guitar's been away
You know that I still want to
So just make you got it all set to go
Before you for my piano
But the on the bus
And they're to go
We've got to drive all night and do a in Chicago
or Detroit, I don't
We do so many in a row
And these towns all the same
We just pass the in our hotel rooms
And wander backstage
Till lights come up and we hear that crowd
And we remember why we
Now we got country and on the bus
R and B, we got disco in tracks and cassettes in stereo
got rural scenes & magazines
We've got on the CB
We've got Richard on the video
We got time to think of the we love
While the miles roll
But the only time seems too short
Is the time we get to play
you've got the power over what we do
You can sit and wait
Or you can pull us
Come along, sing the
You know you go wrong
'Cause that morning sun comes beating down
You're going to up in your town
But we'll be scheduled to
A thousand away from here
(c) 1977 SWALLOW TURN MUSIC & GIANNI