Luyện nghe bài hát The Load-out

(by Browne & Bryan Garofalo)
Now the seats are all
Let the roadies the stage
Pack it up and tear it
They're the to come and last to leave
Working for that minimum
set it up in another town
Tonight the people so fine
They waited in line
And when they got up on feet they made the show
And was sweet--
But I can the sound
Of slamming doors and chairs
And that's a sound they'll never
Now roll cases out and lift them amps
Haul trusses down and get'em up them ramps
'Cause it comes to moving me
You guys are the
But when that last guitar's been packed
You that I still want to play
So make sure you got it all set to go
Before you for my piano
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 towns all look the same
We just pass the time in our rooms
And 'round backstage
Till those lights come up and we that crowd
And we remember why we
Now we got country and on the bus
R and B, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in
We've got rural scenes &
got truckers on the CB
We've got Richard Pryor on the
We got time to think of the we love
While the miles away
But the time that seems too short
Is the that we get to play
People got the power over what we do
You can sit and wait
Or you can us through
Come along, the song
You you can't go wrong
'Cause that morning sun comes beating down
You're going to wake up in your
But we'll be scheduled to
A miles away from here
(c) 1977 SWALLOW TURN & GIANNI MUSIC