Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

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

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

I'm standin' here beneath these billboard
Takes me back to those nights
Hometown bleachers real tight
As we down the field
My feet would swing from a dropped
Out on Road real late
No one walk a line too straight
We usually made it home
And glory I cant re-live
Stories never forget

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

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 hard to wait
We sure did the taste
Of the sweet love being made and prayin' I got it
Graduation came and
Along with all the we spent

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