Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

Usually take one last through town
Stop the car and the ground
Watch streetlights swayin' in the breeze
Decorated fronts
old gas pumps
Try to my mind up
With before I go
Picture postcard
You know always make for good company

I don't no town
the old town
Even when the miles are
I feel like I'm still
Deep me
rings through an oak tree
Yeah, there something a Sunday when I'm gone
That keeps me turning

I'm standin' here these billboard lights
Takes me back to autumn nights
bleachers packed real tight
As we down the field
My would swing from a dropped tailgate
Out on Airport Road late
No one could walk a line too
We usually made it alright
And glory days I cant
Stories I'll never

And I know no friends
Like the old
I never to laugh now
I did with them
But inside me
A of my history
Yeah, I hear their voices even they're gone
Yeah it keeps me home

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

And I don't no love
Like the first
I think about the best times
She's the one I of
Deep me
All though the is bittersweet
I see her smilin' even though gone
And it me turning home, yeah
It keeps me turning