Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

Usually one last pass through town
Stop the car and the ground
Watch streetlights swayin' in the breeze
store fronts
Rusty old gas
Try to my mind up
somethin' before I go
Picture postcard
You know they always for good company

I don't no town
the old town
Even when the are many
I feel I'm still around
Deep me
rings through an oak tree
Yeah, something 'bout a Sunday when I'm gone
That me turning home

I'm standin' here beneath billboard lights
Takes me back to those autumn
Hometown packed real tight
As we marched the field
My feet swing from a dropped tailgate
Out on Airport real late
No one walk a line too straight
We usually it home alright
And glory days I re-live
I'll never forget

And I know no friends
Like the old
I never to laugh now
Like I did them
But deep me
A piece of my
Yeah, I hear voices even though they're gone
Yeah it keeps me turning

Never twice the same way does it
And sure she stole my heart
On the old gym floor, round and round one night
And though we both hard to wait
We sure did the taste
Of the love being made and prayin' I got it right
Graduation and went
with all the time we spent

And I know no love
Like the first
When I about the best times
the one I think of
Deep me
All the taste is bittersweet
I see her smilin' even she's gone
And it me turning home, yeah
It me turning home