Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

The in-laws are the games have begun
The cell phone keeps dont answer it hon
The whole things just to aggravate Dad
And its day on the old super slab
The kids are strapped down like a load of pipe
All safe in their car seats they fuss and gripe
Well you cant hardly blame em it must be a bitchCounting the off down in the ditch
This got flowers, this ones got a wreath
This ones got a name painted down
Was the all iced up, were they going too fast
five in a circle left from the last holiday

Theres a three-trailer rig a throwin up spray
Not legal to run on this of a day
But god damn the and the four wheelers too
Stay offa my or the same goes for you
Therell be for him
He that it the most
As he hauls it on out to the coast
No no gravy no Zinfandel wine
You just over right and well get along fine
Hes missing the football, the fun
Hed play with the but hes off on a run
And some hats on the radio his song
But it dont a damn
Hes in for a long

Now granny yelling
ready to eat
Shes havin
they wont take their seats
But shes got em all gathered now one roof
With her loaded
Shes get proof
But do you to wear that
Well I dont see why
Please pass the eat shit and die
Did you hear about Ellen, leaving, you know
How bout those Packers, think itll
And the minute its theyll scatter like quail
Off the freeway in the teeth of a gale
and shattered And numb to the core
They count themselves
got through one more holiday

The highway
He stands in the
He lets it run down to soften the stain
Of the blood on his leg
From working wreck
And he wont it
In for the next holiday

Chicago at 9:52
In clean desert camo all and loose
Sits an Iowa Guardsman alone by the
The place sure looked different, in

When he traveled with mom, time on a plane
To some kin, hes forgotten their names
But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teensIn their spit polished boots and pressed army greens
With the creases so sharp, and their faces so
But their eyes looked so heavy, he wondered how could move
Now hes got that same look, his insides are black
Hes in his mid forties and he has to go he cant even smoke while he waits for his plane
The uniforms different, but the remains
To do they tell you, dont make a fuss
not an issue, so dont think too much
You just do what you have to, up and drive
If you come apart later, at least youre alive
You can get you help, you can deal with it then
And life will be better, til it again

Cause theres something inside us that wont let us beIn stalks our days til its too dark to see
And its damn near as as Texans on ice
dont they beat all
Yall have a holiday