Luyện nghe bài hát Turnpike Divides

There's a thousand cars
Driving around in my blood
I'd have to take a pills
To out where their headlights lead.
Is it cold New
Is it freezing in bed?
Because I a deep chill
I went over the Hudson again.
It's alright, counting lights,
the Turnpike divides,
Waving goodbye to my life.
I want to be a self-medicator
But hard to sleep when you're born to run.
I'm sick of life in the Garden State Trap
But all the are pointing home again.
Cross has got a headstone all picked out for me
And my only job is to walk around until I down at it's feet.
home is just the place you can never escape:
From the Camden City graves to the of the Palisades
alright, counting city lights,
Where the 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 sick of living in the Garden State Trap
But all the roads are pointing again.
And I'll be the city lights
Blinking on and off tonight as passes by
And I'm left behind, standing on the of the Jersey Turnpike.
Buildings to rise like coffins full of stars getting buried in the sky.
You want to laugh and dance... to be Well, alright--
I've thinking about those days I wanted to sleep
And you'd wake me up just you'd leave
And I'd back into a dream:
Walking in fresh city that you'd never seen
And I'd never leave side.