Luyện nghe bài hát The Load-out

(by Jackson & Bryan Garofalo)
Now the are all empty
Let the roadies take the
Pack it up and tear it
They're the first to come and to leave
Working for minimum wage
set it up in another town
Tonight the people so fine
They waited there in
And when got up on their feet they made the show
And was sweet--
But I can hear the
Of doors and folding chairs
And a sound they'll never know
Now roll them cases out and lift them
Haul trusses down and get'em up them ramps
'Cause it comes to moving me
You guys are the
But when that last been packed away
You that I still want to play
So make sure you got it all set to go
Before you come for my
But the on the bus
And waiting to go
We've got to drive all night and do a in Chicago
or Detroit, I know
We do so many in a row
And these towns all the same
We just pass the time in our hotel
And 'round backstage
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 in stereo
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 time that seems too short
Is the time we get to play
People you've got the power over we do
You can sit there and
Or you can pull us
along, sing the song
You you can't go wrong
'Cause when that morning sun comes down
You're going to up in your town
But be scheduled to appear
A thousand miles away here
(c) 1977 SWALLOW TURN MUSIC & MUSIC