Luyện nghe bài hát Twentieth Century Drifter

Drivin' my car is my way of making a livin'
My way of puttin' the on the table at home
I'm gettin' about half as much as I'm givin'
And I make it without a good woman at home

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

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

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 goes on my 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 ever put on the table at home
And racing runs deep in my veins and I'll never it
I'm to it just like I'm tied to the woman at home

You might even call me a twentieth drifter...