Luyện nghe bài hát Turn The Bage

On a long and lonesome highway of Omaha
You can to the engine, moanin out as one long song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the before
And thoughts will soon 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 just the trip was through
But here I am, on the again
I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the again
There I go, turn the
You walk into a restaraunt, strung out the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just to explode
Sometimes you can here 'em talk, times you can't
All the same 'ole cliches: is that a woman or a
And you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a
But here I am, on the road
I am, up on the stage
Here I go, the star again
There I go, turn the
Out there in the spotlight, a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try to away
And the sweat pours from body, like the music that you play
in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
Echos of the amplifiers, ringing in head
As you smoke the days last cigarette, what she said
But here I am, on the road
I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing the again
There I go, the page
But here I am, on the road
Here I am, up on the
I go, playing the star again
There I go, the page