Luyện nghe bài hát This Place

Busted doors and women hang out in the street
Faces unfamiliar turn to and not to greet
And the old caf door's closed, no more cappuccino brewing
a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow
Wondering the hell I'm doin'

place used to be my home
This I used to call my own
Over the nothin' and no one's grown
In place, I used to call my home

The old tree on the hill's still
Where my baby and I used to lay
She me about livin', lovin' and life
My first and love from this town
And the plain old houses seem like long lost
But have been torn down
I guess tried to make way for some kinda progress
So hard to in this town

This place to be my home
This I used to call my own
the years nothin' and nobody's grown
In place, I used to call my home

Fields of green and skies
Golden memories just me by
When you go back, well, it's never the
I know it's
But I'm still hooked on you ... and this

The old caf door's permanently closed, no more cappuccino
There's a pair of eyes peering the afterglow
Wonderin' what the I'm doin'

place used to be my home
This town I to call my own
Over the years and no one's grown
In place ...

place used to be my home
This town I used to my own
the years nothin' and no one's grown
In place, I used to call my home