Luyện nghe bài hát Turnpike Divides

There's a black cars
around in my blood stream
I'd have to take a pills
To find out where headlights lead.
Is it New York?
Is it freezing in your
I caught a deep chill
When I over the Hudson again.
It's alright, counting lights,
Where the divides,
goodbye to my former life.
I don't want to be a
But it's hard to sleep you're born to run.
I'm of living life in the Garden State Trap
But all the roads are pointing again.
Holy has got a headstone all picked out for me
And my only job is to walk around until I fall at it's feet.
Maybe home is just the place you can escape:
From the Camden graves to the edge of the Palisades
It's alright, counting lights,
the Turnpike divides,
Waving goodbye to my life.
I don't want to be a
But it's hard to when you're born to run.
I'm of living life in the Garden State Trap
But all the are pointing home again.
And I'll be the city lights
Blinking on and off as life passes by
And I'm left behind, on the shoulder of the Jersey Turnpike.
Buildings seem to rise like coffins full of getting buried in the sky.
You want to laugh and dance... to be free? Well,
I've been thinking those days I wanted to sleep
And you'd wake me up before you'd leave
And I'd fall back into a
Walking in fresh snow that you'd never seen
And I'd leave your side.