Luyện nghe bài hát Diamonds On My Windshield

Diamonds on my
from heaven
Pullin' in town on the
a steel train in the rain

Wind my cheek
Through the
Fast flyin' freeway
It always makes me

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

hiker with a cue-ball head
Wishin' home in a Wiscosin bed
Fifteen feet of snow in the
Colder than a well ass

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

Orange drive-in the billin'
Theater's fillin' to the
Slave and hot spurn
Bucket of sin

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

Sailors for the fast lane
One O one don't it
Rollin' hills and concrete
Broken line on your

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

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

Blazin' 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"