Luyện nghe bài hát Truckinffff92

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

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

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

Most of the cast you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they're 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 ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down,

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

What in the ever became of sweet 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 starin' out of the window.
Got a tip they're gonna kick the in again
I'd like to get some before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess gonna 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 hangin' around and 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 door and out and look all around.

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

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