Luyện nghe bài hát Turnpike Divides

There's a black cars
Driving around in my stream
I'd have to take a pills
To find out where headlights lead.
Is it cold New
Is it freezing in bed?
Because I caught a deep
I went over the Hudson again.
It's alright, city lights,
the Turnpike divides,
Waving to my former life.
I want to be a self-medicator
But it's hard to when you're born to run.
I'm sick of life in the Garden State Trap
But all the roads are pointing 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 is just the place you can never escape:
the Camden City graves to the edge of the Palisades
It's alright, counting lights,
the Turnpike divides,
Waving goodbye to my life.
I don't to be a self-medicator
But hard to sleep 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 counting the city
Blinking on and off tonight as life by
And I'm left behind, standing on the shoulder of the 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 thinking about those days I wanted to sleep
And you'd me up just before you'd leave
And I'd back into a dream:
Walking in fresh city snow that never seen
And I'd never leave side.