Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

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

I know no town
the old town
Even when the miles are
I like I'm still around
inside me
Like rings an oak tree
Yeah, there something 'bout a Sunday when I'm
That keeps me turning

I'm here beneath these billboard lights
Takes me back to autumn nights
Hometown bleachers packed tight
As we marched the field
My feet would swing a dropped tailgate
Out on Airport Road late
No one could walk a line too
We usually it home alright
And glory days I re-live
Stories I'll forget

And I know no friends
the old friends
I seem to laugh now
Like I did with
But inside me
A of my history
Yeah, I hear their voices even they're gone
it keeps me turning home

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

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