Luyện nghe bài hát Turnpike Divides

There's a black cars
Driving in my blood stream
I'd to take a thousand pills
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,
the Turnpike divides,
Waving goodbye to my life.
I don't want to be a
But it's hard to sleep when you're to run.
I'm sick of life in the Garden State Trap
But all the are pointing home again.
Holy Cross has got a all picked out for me
And my only job is to walk around until I fall down at feet.
Maybe is just the place you can never escape:
From the City graves to the edge of the Palisades
alright, counting 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 Garden Trap
But all the roads are home again.
And I'll be counting the city
Blinking on and off as life passes by
And I'm left behind, on the shoulder 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 free? Well,
I've been thinking those days I wanted to sleep
And you'd wake me up just before you'd
And I'd fall back into a
Walking in fresh city snow that you'd never
And I'd leave your side.