Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

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

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

I'm standin' here beneath billboard lights
Takes me back to those nights
Hometown bleachers real tight
As we marched down the
My would swing from a dropped tailgate
Out on Airport Road real
No one could a line too straight
We usually made it home
And glory days I cant
Stories never forget

And I don't know no
the old friends
I never seem to now
I did with them
But deep me
A piece of my
Yeah, I hear their voices even they're gone
Yeah it keeps me turning

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

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