Luyện nghe bài hát Turnpike Divides

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