Luyện nghe bài hát Atlantic Coastal Line

Everybody me Bo
I got no but I hold my row
Some folks say I'm just a no kind
But I can for miles in old boxcar
cigarettes butts and used cigars

Ridin' the Atlantic line
Hear that whistle whine
Smell tar from the Georgia pines
See that big moon
Above this life, is the life I love

Ridin' the Atlantic coastal
Ridin' the Atlantic coastal

Well, I had me a in Albany
But her rowdy way's made a of me
I had to get away before I my mind
As long as rattler takes me around
There ain't one woman gonna tie me

Ridin' the coastal line
Hear that whistle whine
Alabama, Florida, Georgia, Tennessee
This hobo's life is the for me

Ridin' the Atlantic coastal
Ridin' the Atlantic line

I make my in a can
This hobo a worried man
Morning sun greets me a shine
I go south when the trade blow
And I go north where there ain't no

the Atlantic coastal line
Hear that lonesome whistle
Smell that tar from the Georgia
See that big moon
Above this hobo's life is the I love

Ridin' the Atlantic coastal
Ridin' the Atlantic line
Ridin' the Atlantic coastal
Ridin' the Atlantic coastal