Luyện nghe bài hát The Load-out

(by Browne & Bryan Garofalo)
Now the are all empty
Let the take the stage
it up and tear it down
They're the first to come and last to
Working for minimum wage
set it up in another town
Tonight the people were so
They waited in line
And when they got up on feet they made the show
And that was
But I can hear the
Of slamming and folding chairs
And that's a sound they'll never
Now roll them cases out and them amps
them trusses down and get'em up them ramps
'Cause it comes to moving me
You are the champs
But that last guitar's been packed away
You know that I still want to
So make sure you got it all set to go
Before you come for my
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 shows in a row
And these towns all the same
We just the time in our hotel rooms
And wander 'round
Till those lights come up and we that crowd
And we why we came
Now we got and western on the bus
R and B, we got in eight 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 away
But the only time that seems too
Is the that 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
You're to wake up in your town
But we'll be to appear
A miles away from here
(c) 1977 SWALLOW TURN & GIANNI MUSIC