Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

Usually take one last pass town
Stop the car and touch the
Watch streetlights swayin' in the breeze
Decorated store
Rusty old gas
Try to my mind up
With somethin' I go
postcard memories
You know they always for good company

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

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

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

Never the same way does it start
And sure enough she stole my
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 with all the time we

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