Luyện nghe bài hát White Lies of the Freeway

I didn't a helmet that night
Just so the wind could my head
All my mistakes first names
I the rain will wash my hands

Yellow fingers cut highway
The horizon curves the white don't
Words of poets waft on the
I spread the ashes of my in the American sun

She is a
And I am a jackknife skirting the edge of her wake
I searched for
In the stone of the two-lane, where secrets in the dust
But I found nothing but dreams
And I realized I had become

First light crept in and back my skin
I changed my but not my mind
Forever a of the white lies of the freeway