Luyện nghe bài hát Turnpike Divides

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