Luyện nghe bài hát The Load-out

(by Jackson & Bryan Garofalo)
Now the are all empty
Let the roadies the stage
it up and tear it down
They're the first to come and to leave
Working for minimum wage
set it up in another town
Tonight the people so fine
waited there in line
And when they got up on their feet made the show
And was sweet--
But I can hear the
Of slamming and folding chairs
And that's a they'll never know
Now roll cases out and lift them amps
Haul them trusses down and get'em up ramps
'Cause when it comes to me
You guys are the
But when that last guitar's packed away
You that I still want to play
So just sure you got it all set to go
Before you come for my
But the on the bus
And waiting to go
got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago
or Detroit, I don't
We do so shows in a row
And towns all look the same
We just pass the in our hotel rooms
And wander backstage
Till those lights come up and we that crowd
And we remember why we
Now we got and western on the bus
R and B, we got disco in eight tracks and in stereo
We've got rural scenes &
We've got on the CB
We've got Richard Pryor on the
We got time to think of the ones we
the miles roll away
But the only time seems too short
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 down
You're going to up in your town
But be scheduled to appear
A thousand miles from here
(c) 1977 SWALLOW MUSIC & GIANNI MUSIC