Luyện nghe bài hát Turnpike Divides

There's a thousand black
Driving around in my stream
I'd have to take a thousand
To find out their headlights lead.
Is it New York?
Is it freezing in bed?
Because I caught a deep
When I went the Hudson again.
It's alright, counting lights,
the Turnpike divides,
Waving to my former life.
I want to be a self-medicator
But it's to sleep when you're born to run.
I'm of living life in the Garden State Trap
But all the roads are home again.
Holy Cross has got a all picked out for me
And my only job is to walk around until I down at it's feet.
Maybe home is just the you can never escape:
From the Camden City graves to the 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 hard to sleep you're born to run.
I'm of living life in the Garden State Trap
But all the roads are home again.
And I'll be counting the lights
on and off tonight as life passes 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 Well, alright--
I've been thinking those days I wanted to sleep
And you'd wake me up before you'd leave
And I'd fall back a dream:
Walking in fresh city snow you'd never seen
And I'd never your side.