Luyện nghe bài hát Turn The Bage

On a long and lonesome 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 thoughts will soon be the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's much to do
You don't feel like traveling, you just wish the trip was through
But here I am, on the road
I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the again
There I go, turn the
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 want to explode
you can here 'em talk, other times you can't
All the 'ole cliches: is that a woman or a man?
And you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a
But I am, on the road again
I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the again
There I go, turn the
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 music that you
in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
Echos of the amplifiers, in your head
As you the days last cigarette, remembering what she said
But I am, on the road 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
I am, up on the stage
Here I go, the star again
I go, turn the page