Luyện nghe bài hát Diamonds On My Windshield

Diamonds on my
Tears heaven
in town on the Interstate
Pullin' a train in the rain

Wind my cheek
the wing
Fast freeway drive
It always me sing

tryin' to change my tune
Pullin' up fast on the
Rollin'
Twenty-four moon

Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball
Wishin' he's home in a bed
Fifteen feet of in the East
Colder than a digger's ass

And oceanside it ends the
San Clemente up
Sunday desperadoes by
Check station close and you cruise by with a dry

drive-in the neon billin'
Theater's to the brim
Slave girls and hot
Bucket of sin

Metropolitan
and connections
Fly-by-nights riverside
and white planes out of state, runnin' a little late

Sailors jockey for the lane
One O one miss it
hills and concrete fields
Broken line on mind

The eights go east and the go north
And the nexus back and forth
You see your sign, you cross the
Signal with a

Radio's off the air and it gives you time to think
it out and you creep across
In a section lights out
Hear the rumble as you for a cigarette

through this neon jungle
Remember that you met
And one block, the engine talks in whispers,"Home at last"
Whispers, whispers, whispers, "Home at last, at last"