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 their lead.
Is it New York?
Is it freezing in your
Because I a deep chill
When I went the Hudson again.
It's alright, city lights,
Where the divides,
Waving goodbye to my life.
I don't to be a self-medicator
But it's hard to sleep when born to run.
I'm of living 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 job is to walk around until I fall down at it's feet.
Maybe home is just the you can never escape:
From the Camden City graves to the of the Palisades
It's alright, counting lights,
the Turnpike divides,
Waving goodbye to my life.
I don't want to be a
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.
And I'll be counting the city
Blinking on and off as life passes by
And I'm behind, standing on the shoulder of the Jersey Turnpike.
Buildings seem to rise coffins full of stars getting buried in the sky.
You want to and dance... to be free? Well, alright--
I've been thinking about days I wanted to sleep
And you'd wake me up just you'd leave
And I'd fall back a dream:
Walking in fresh city snow that you'd never
And I'd never your side.