Luyện nghe bài hát Traveling Man

(Chorus)
Memories live like people do, they always remember you,
Whether things are good or bad, it's the memories.
Memories don't live people do baby don't forget me
I'm a traveling man, moving places space and time,
Got a lot of I got to do,
But lord willing I'm back to you, baby boo,
I'm a traveling man, moving through space and time,
Got a lot of I got to do
But god willing I'm coming back to you, boo.

(Verse 1)
Ye I keep my bags packed, back on the road,
back to baby girl right after the show,
But now I got clothes, hoes, piff, and kicks,
Always twist a couple while I'm in the whip,
First thing I need the gas, hit the pump fill the up,
my homie at the register to stay up,
I'm on the parkway feeling like the month,
Going through the tunnel bout to up,
Phone gets hanged up, turned way up the max,
Hit the L twice then it to the back breath,
My mediation coming in recreation,
no pause or hesitation, trying to catch my respiration,
I never had no patience, so I'm hardly ever waiting,
Just creating making, with creative preparation,
Sink all these cats false representation,
Two words maybe need some translation,
Intellectual boy language,
And that there, ain't shit
(uh) You feel me? The high and I'm gone.

(Chorus)
don't live like people do, they always remember you,
Whether things are good or bad, just the memories.
Memories don't live like people do don't forget me
I'm a traveling man, moving through space and time,
Got a lot of I got to do,
But willing I'm coming back to you, baby boo,
I'm a man, moving through places space and time,
Got a lot of I got to do
But god willing I'm coming back to you, boo.

(Verse 2)
My coming down and I'm happy to land,
time I got to go my girl grabbing my hand,
Trying to pull me to her, and as mad as I am,
I gotta make this I'm a traveling man,
So through airplane, boat, or in a van,
Baby I'ma hurry back to you as as I can,
It don't matter I gotta do,
Dreams I follow you,
is what I'm falling to,
And do I follow through,
So ima put it all on you,
Just know I ain't got a clue,
But baby i be you copping you some Prada shoes,
Hurt me when I the news,
The is in the hospitals trying to heal the sick,
But all their is impossible,
Giving the word literature spitting the verse,
For all of those who in the Berg,
I the word the land and the sea,
to open up your mind,
Just me the key.

(Chorus)
Memories live like people do, they always remember you,
Whether things are or bad, it's just the memories.
Memories don't live like people do baby don't me
I'm a traveling man, moving places space and time,
Got a lot of I got to do,
But lord willing I'm coming back to you, boo,
I'm a traveling man, moving through places and time,
Got a lot of I got to do
But god I'm coming back to you, baby boo.