Luyện nghe bài hát American Tune

A traveling quietly conceals himself
With a magazine and a sleepless
Over the crest of the the moon
its climb

And he wakes to find he's in rolling farm

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

A mother and child, the maybe two
old
Prepare for sleep and feeding
The shadow of the dome
across his face
And his is racing with the urge to

The father motionless as
A shepherd resting his flock
The trailways bus is turning
Dallas via Rock

Oh my darling Sal
The desert is my witness
I've no money to east
But I know soon be here

We into downtown Dallas by the
Sight of the knoll
Where the leader fell and a was broken
Away from the feel and flow of for so many years
He hears music playing and spoken

The patrol outside of Tucson boarded the bus
Any aliens here you better with us
How about you son you like got
blood
Do you inglese? Am I understood

Yes I am an from Mars
I come to earth from space
And if I traveled my whole
You guys still be on my case
You would still be on my case

But he leave his fears behind
He recalls each fatal
The screams are carried by the
figures in the dust
Phantom figures in the
figures in the dust