Luyện nghe bài hát Turn The Bage

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