Luyện nghe bài hát Turn The Bage

On a long and lonesome highway east of
You can to the engine, moanin out as one long song
You can about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
And your thoughts soon be wandering the way they always do
you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
You don't feel much like traveling, you just wish the was through
But here I am, on the again
Here I am, up on the
Here I go, the star again
There I go, turn the
You into a restaraunt, strung out from the road
And you feel the 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 same 'ole cliches: is that a or a man?
And you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a
But here I am, on the again
Here I am, up on the
Here I go, playing the again
There I go, the page
Out there in the spotlight, your a miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try to away
And the sweat from your body, like the music that you play
in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
Echos of the amplifiers, in your head
As you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she
But I am, on the road again
I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the star
There I go, the page
But here I am, on the road
I am, up on the stage
Here I go, the star again
I go, turn the page