Luyện nghe bài hát Turn The Bage

On a long and highway 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 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 here I am, on the again
I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the star
I go, turn the page
You walk into a restaraunt, out from the road
And you the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold
You it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Sometimes you can here 'em talk, times 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
I am, up on the stage
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 give
And the sweat pours from your body, the music that you play
Later in the evening, as you lie in bed
Echos of the amplifiers, ringing in head
As you smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she
But here I am, on the road
Here I am, up on the
Here I go, the star again
I go, turn the page
But here I am, on the again
I am, up on the stage
Here I go, the star again
There I go, the page