Luyện nghe bài hát Turn The Bage

On a long and highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine, out as one long song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you the night before
And thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing to do
You don't feel much like traveling, you just wish the was through
But I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the
Here I go, the star again
There I go, the page
You into a restaraunt, strung out from the road
And you the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to
Sometimes you can here 'em talk, other times you
All the same 'ole cliches: is a woman or a man?
And you always seem outnumbered, you 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 million miles
Every of energy, you try to give away
And the sweat pours from your body, like the that you play
Later in the evening, as you lie in bed
of the amplifiers, ringing in your head
As you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she
But here I am, on the road
I am, up on the stage
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 star
There I go, the page