Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

Usually one last pass through town
Stop the car and touch the
Watch streetlights swayin' in the breeze
Decorated fronts
old gas pumps
Try to fill my up
With somethin' I go
postcard memories
You know they make for good company

I don't no town
Like the old
Even the miles are many
I like I'm still around
inside me
Like through an oak tree
Yeah, there 'bout a Sunday when I'm gone
That keeps me home

I'm standin' here these billboard lights
Takes me to those autumn nights
Hometown bleachers packed tight
As we marched the field
My feet would swing from a tailgate
Out on Airport real late
No one walk a line too straight
We made it home alright
And days I cant re-live
Stories never forget

And I don't know no
Like the old
I seem to laugh now
Like I did them
But inside me
A piece of my
Yeah, I hear their voices even they're gone
it keeps me turning home

Never twice the way does it start
And enough she stole my heart
On the old gym floor, spinnin' round and one night
And we both tried hard to wait
We did love the taste
Of the sweet love made and prayin' I got it right
Graduation came and
with all the time we spent

And I know no love
Like the first
When I think about the best
the one I think of
Deep me
All though the taste is
I see her even though she's gone
And it me turning home, yeah
It me turning home