Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

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

I know no town
the old town
Even when the are many
I feel like I'm still
Deep me
Like through an oak tree
Yeah, there 'bout a Sunday when I'm gone
keeps me turning home

I'm standin' here beneath these lights
me back to those autumn nights
Hometown bleachers packed real
As we down the field
My feet would swing from a tailgate
Out on Road real late
No one could walk a too straight
We usually made it home
And days I cant re-live
I'll never forget

And I know no friends
Like the old
I never to laugh now
Like I did them
But inside me
A of my history
Yeah, I hear their voices even they're gone
Yeah it keeps me home

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

And I don't know no
Like the love
When I think about the 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 home, yeah
It keeps me home