Luyện nghe bài hát Turn The Bage

On a long and lonesome east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine, moanin out as one long
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night
And your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they do
When riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
You don't feel much like traveling, you wish the trip was through
But I am, on the road again
I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the again
I go, turn the page
You walk into a restaraunt, strung out from the
And you the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't you, but you just want to explode
Sometimes you can here 'em talk, other you can't
All the 'ole cliches: is that a woman or a man?
And you always outnumbered, you dare not make a stand
But I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the
Here I go, playing the star
I go, turn the page
Out there in the spotlight, your a miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try to away
And the pours from your body, like the music that you play
in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
Echos of the amplifiers, ringing in your
As you smoke the days cigarette, remembering what she said
But here I am, on the road
Here I am, up on the
Here I go, playing the star
There I go, the page
But here I am, on the again
I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the again
There I go, turn the