Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

Usually take one last pass town
Stop the car and the ground
Watch streetlights swayin' in the breeze
Decorated store
old gas pumps
Try to my mind up
somethin' before I go
Picture memories
You they always make for good company

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

I'm standin' here beneath billboard lights
Takes me back to those nights
Hometown packed real tight
As we marched down the
My feet would swing from a tailgate
Out on Airport Road real
No one could a line too straight
We usually made it home
And glory days I re-live
I'll never forget

And I don't no friends
Like the old
I never seem to now
I did with them
But inside me
A of my history
Yeah, I hear their voices even though gone
it keeps me turning home

Never twice the same way does it
And enough she stole my heart
On the old gym floor, spinnin' and round one night
And we both tried hard to wait
We did love the taste
Of the sweet being made and prayin' 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 best
She's the one I of
inside me
All the taste is bittersweet
I see her smilin' even she's gone
And it keeps me turning home,
It me turning home