Luyện nghe bài hát Twentieth Century Drifter

Drivin' my race car is my way of making a
My way of the bread on the table at home
I'm gettin' back about half as as I'm givin'
And I couldn't make it a good woman at home

First place could be just a but I'm gonna chase it
Finishing out of the top ten is but bad
And a won't ever be first I might as well face it
First class equipment is somethin' a man's got to

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

Well my woman sleeps in my and I lie here thinkin'
Half awake half asleep I run and re-run the
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 than a dream dreamin' won't make it
Or dreaming won't ever put on the table at home
And racing runs in my veins and I'll never shake it
I'm tied to it just I'm tied to the woman at home

You might even me a twentieth century drifter...