Luyện nghe bài hát Truckinffff92

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

of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street.
Chicago, New York, Detroit and all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a daydream
Hang it up and see what brings.

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

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

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

Sometimes the all shinin' on me;
times I can barely see.
Lately it occurres to me What a long, strange trip 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 slow
time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on.

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

Busted, down on Bourbon Street, Set up, a bowlin' pin.
Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. They just let you be, oh no.

You're sick of around and you'd like to travel;
Get tired of travelin' and you want to 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 to me What a long, strange trip it's been.

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