Luyện nghe bài hát American Tune

A passenger traveling conceals himself
a magazine and a sleepless pillow
Over the crest of the mountains the
its climb

And he wakes to he's in rolling farm land

The farmer sleeps against his
He wonders what their life be
A trailways bus is south into
Washington, D.C.

A mother and child, the baby two
old
Prepare themselves for sleep and
The shadow of the dome
Slides his face
And his heart is racing the urge to

The motionless as stone
A resting with his flock
The trailways bus is west
via Little Rock

Oh my darling Sal
The desert moon is my
I've no money to east
But I you'll soon be here

We into downtown Dallas by the
of the grassy knoll
Where the leader fell and a town was
Away from the feel and flow of life for so many
He hears music playing and Spanish

The border patrol outside of Tucson the bus
Any aliens here you better check us
How about you son you like got
blood
Do you habla Am I understood

Yes I am an alien Mars
I come to earth from outer
And if I traveled my life
You guys would be on my case
You guys would be on my case

But he can't leave his behind
He recalls each thrust
The are carried by the wind
figures in the dust
Phantom figures in the
figures in the dust