Luyện nghe bài hát Turnpike Divides

There's a thousand cars
Driving in my blood stream
I'd have to take a pills
To find out where headlights lead.
Is it cold New
Is it freezing in your
Because I a deep chill
When I over the Hudson again.
It's alright, counting 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 Garden State
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 I fall down at it's feet.
Maybe is just the place you can never escape:
From the Camden City graves to the edge of the
It's alright, city 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 of living life in the Garden State Trap
But all the are pointing home again.
And be counting the city lights
on and off tonight as life passes by
And I'm left behind, 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 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 snow you'd never seen
And I'd never leave side.