Luyện nghe bài hát Twentieth Century Drifter

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

First place could be just a dream but I'm chase it
Finishing out of the top ten is 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 century drifter
Thirty-two weekends I load up the car and I'm
And my woman cries each goodbye kiss that I give her
And she prayes that come Monday morning and be driftin' home

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

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

You might call me a twentieth century drifter...