Luyện nghe bài hát The Load-out

(by Jackson & Bryan Garofalo)
Now the seats are all
Let the take the stage
Pack it up and tear it
They're the to come and last to leave
for that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another
Tonight the were so fine
They waited there in
And when they got up on their feet they the show
And was sweet--
But I can hear the
Of doors and folding chairs
And that's a sound they'll never
Now roll them cases out and lift amps
Haul them trusses down and get'em up ramps
'Cause when it to moving me
You are the champs
But when that last guitar's been packed
You that I still want to play
So just make you got it all set to go
you come for my piano
But the on the bus
And waiting 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 all look the same
We just pass the time in our hotel
And wander 'round
Till those lights come up and we hear that
And we why we came
Now we got country and on the bus
R and B, we got disco in tracks and cassettes in stereo
We've got rural scenes &
We've got on the CB
We've got Richard on the video
We got time to of the ones we love
While the miles roll
But the only time that seems too
Is the time that we get to
People you've got the power over we do
You can sit and wait
Or you can us through
along, sing the song
You know you go wrong
'Cause when that morning sun comes down
going to wake up in your town
But be scheduled to appear
A thousand miles away from
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