Luyện nghe bài hát Turnpike Divides

There's a black cars
around in my blood stream
I'd have to a thousand pills
To find out where headlights lead.
Is it New York?
Is it in your bed?
Because I a deep chill
When I went over the again.
It's alright, counting lights,
Where the divides,
Waving goodbye to my life.
I want to be a self-medicator
But it's hard to sleep when born to run.
I'm sick of living life in the State Trap
But all the roads are pointing again.
Cross has got a headstone all picked out for me
And my job is to walk around until I fall down at it's feet.
Maybe home is 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 want to be a self-medicator
But hard to sleep when you're born to run.
I'm sick of living life in the State Trap
But all the roads are home again.
And be counting the city lights
Blinking on and off tonight as passes by
And I'm behind, standing on the shoulder of the Jersey Turnpike.
Buildings seem to like coffins full of stars getting buried in the sky.
You want to and dance... to be free? Well, alright--
I've thinking about those days I wanted to sleep
And wake me up just before you'd leave
And I'd fall into a dream:
Walking in fresh city snow you'd never seen
And I'd never leave side.