Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

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

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

I'm standin' beneath these billboard lights
Takes me to those autumn nights
Hometown bleachers packed tight
As we down the field
My would swing from a dropped tailgate
Out on Airport Road real
No one could walk a line too
We usually it home alright
And days I cant re-live
Stories I'll forget

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

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

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