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 the night before
And your thoughts will be wandering the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen and there's nothing much to do
You don't feel much like traveling, you wish the trip was through
But I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the
Here I go, playing the star
There I go, the page
You walk into a restaraunt, out from the road
And you feel the eyes you, as you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't you, but you just want to explode
you can here 'em talk, other times you can't
All the same cliches: is that a woman or a man?
And you always outnumbered, you dare not make a stand
But here I am, on the road
Here I am, up on the
Here I go, playing the star
There I go, turn the
Out there in the spotlight, your a miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try to give
And the sweat pours from body, like 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 last cigarette, remembering what she said
But here I am, on the again
Here I am, up on the
I go, playing the star again
There I go, turn the
But I am, on the road again
Here I am, up on the
Here I go, playing the again
There I go, turn the