Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

Usually take one last through town
the car and touch the ground
Watch those swayin' in the breeze
Decorated fronts
Rusty old gas
Try to my mind up
With somethin' I go
Picture memories
You know they always make for good

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

I'm standin' here beneath these lights
Takes me back to autumn nights
Hometown bleachers packed real
As we marched down the
My feet would from a dropped tailgate
Out on Road real late
No one walk a line too straight
We usually made it alright
And glory days I cant
Stories I'll never

And I don't know no
Like the old
I never to laugh now
Like I did them
But deep me
A piece of my
Yeah, I hear voices even though they're gone
Yeah it keeps me home

twice the same way does it start
And sure enough she my heart
On the old gym floor, spinnin' round and one night
And we both tried hard to wait
We sure did love the
Of the sweet being made and prayin' I got it right
Graduation came and
Along with all the time we

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