Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

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

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

I'm here beneath these billboard lights
Takes me back to autumn nights
Hometown bleachers packed tight
As we marched down the
My feet would swing a dropped tailgate
Out on Airport Road real
No one could walk a line too
We made it home alright
And glory days I re-live
Stories never forget

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

Never the same way does it start
And sure enough she stole my
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 I got it right
came and went
Along with all the we spent

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