Luyện nghe bài hát Truckinffff92

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

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

Dallas, got a soft Houston, too close to New Orleans;
New York's got the 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 time they're and cryin' at home.
One of these days they know better get goin'
Out of the door and on the streets all alone.

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

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

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

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

Sittin' and out of the hotel window.
Got a tip they're 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 to settle down.
I guess they revoke your soul for tryin',
Get out of the door and light out and all around.

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

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