Luyện nghe bài hát The Load-out

(by Jackson Browne & Garofalo)
Now the seats are all
Let the roadies the stage
Pack it up and it down
the first to come and last to leave
Working for minimum wage
They'll set it up in town
Tonight the were so fine
waited there in line
And when got up on their feet they made the show
And that was
But I can the sound
Of slamming doors and folding
And that's a sound they'll know
Now roll them out and lift them amps
Haul trusses down and get'em up them ramps
'Cause when it to moving me
You are the champs
But when that last guitar's packed away
You know I still want to play
So just sure you got it all set to go
you come for my piano
But the on the bus
And they're to go
We've got to drive all and do a show in Chicago
or Detroit, I don't
We do so many in a row
And these towns all look the
We just the time in our hotel rooms
And 'round backstage
Till lights come 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
got rural scenes & magazines
We've got on the CB
got Richard Pryor on the video
We got time to of the ones we love
the miles roll away
But the only time that too short
Is the time that we get to
People you've got the power 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 wake up in your
But be scheduled to appear
A thousand away from here
(c) 1977 SWALLOW TURN MUSIC & GIANNI