Luyện nghe bài hát Truckinúffff92

Truckin' got my chips in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep on.

Arrows of neon and marquees out on Main Street.
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the street.
Your typical involved in a typical daydream
it up and see what tomorrow brings.

Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New
New York's got the ways and but just won't let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast that you meet on the speak of true love,
Most of the time they're and cryin' at home.
One of these they know they better get goin'
Out of the door and on the streets all alone.

Truckin', the do-dah man. Once told me "You've got to play your hand"
Sometimes your ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down,

the light's all shinin' on me;
Other times I can see.
it occurres to me What a long, strange trip it's been.

What in the world ever became of Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, C, and cocaine,
All a can say is "Ain't it a shame?"

Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin', you got to mellow
Takes time, you pick a to go, and just keep truckin' on.

Sittin' and out of the hotel window.
Got a tip they're gonna kick the in again
I'd to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're come in.

Busted, down on Bourbon Street, Set up, like a pin.
Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. They won't let you be, oh no.

You're sick of hangin' and you'd like to travel;
Get tired of travelin' and you to settle down.
I guess they can't revoke soul for tryin',
Get out of the and light out and look all around.

Sometimes the all shinin' on me;
Other I can barely see.
Lately it occurres to me What a long, strange trip been.

Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back I belong,
Back home, sit and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on.
Hey now get back home.