Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

Usually one last pass through town
Stop the car and touch the
Watch those streetlights in the breeze
Decorated store
old gas pumps
Try to fill my up
With somethin' I go
Picture postcard
You know they always make for company

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

I'm here beneath these billboard lights
Takes me back to those autumn
bleachers packed real tight
As we marched down the
My feet swing from a dropped tailgate
Out on Airport real late
No one could walk a too straight
We made it home alright
And glory I cant re-live
Stories I'll never

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

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

And I don't know no
Like the first
When I think about the times
She's the one I of
Deep me
All though the taste is
I see her smilin' though she's gone
And it keeps me home, yeah
It keeps me home