Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

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

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

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

And I know no friends
Like the old
I never seem to now
I did with them
But deep me
A piece of my
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, round and round one night
And though we both hard to wait
We sure did love the
Of the sweet love being and prayin' I got it right
came and went
Along with all the time we

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 me turning home, yeah
It keeps me turning