Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

Usually take one last pass through
Stop the car and the ground
Watch those streetlights swayin' in the
Decorated store
Rusty old gas
Try to fill my up
somethin' before I go
Picture postcard
You they always make for good company

I don't no town
Like the old
Even when the miles are
I feel like I'm around
inside me
Like rings through an oak
Yeah, something 'bout a Sunday when I'm gone
That keeps me turning

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

And I don't know no
Like the old
I seem to laugh now
I did with them
But deep me
A piece of my
Yeah, I hear their even though they're gone
Yeah it keeps me turning

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

And I don't no love
Like the love
I think about the best times
She's the one I of
inside me
All though the taste is
I see her smilin' even though she's
And it keeps me turning home,
It me turning home