Luyện nghe bài hát Twentieth Century Drifter

Drivin' my car is my way of making a livin'
My way of the bread on the table at home
I'm gettin' about half as much as I'm givin'
And I couldn't make it without a woman at home

First could be just a dream but I'm gonna chase it
out of the top ten is nothing but bad
And a junker won't ever be first I might as well it
First class equipment is somethin' a man's got to

You might even call me a twentieth century
Thirty-two weekends I load up the car and I'm
And my woman cries with each goodbye kiss that I her
And she prayes that come morning and I'll be driftin' home

Well my woman sleeps in my and I lie here thinkin'
awake half asleep I run and re-run the race
From dark end till dawn it on my half awake dreamin'
And ever so I dream of me taking first place

It's got to be more than a dream dreamin' make it
Or dreaming won't ever put bread on the at home
And racing runs deep in my veins and never shake it
I'm tied to it like I'm tied to the woman at home

You might even me a twentieth century drifter...