Luyện nghe bài hát Holiday

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

Theres a three-trailer rig just a throwin up
Not legal to run on kind of a day
But god the smokies and the four wheelers too
Stay offa my bumpers or the goes for you
Therell be for him
He wants it the most
As he hauls it on out to the coast
No turkey no gravy no Zinfandel
You just stay over and well get along fine
Hes missing the football, the fun
Hed play the grandkids but hes off on a run
And some hats on the singing his song
But it dont a damn
Hes in for a holiday

Now shes yelling
ready to eat
Shes conniptions
Cause they wont take seats
But got em all gathered now under one roof
With her camcorder
gonna get proof
But do you have to wear
I just dont see why
Please the potatoesAw eat shit and die
Did you hear Ellen, shes leaving, you know
How bout those Packers, think itll
And the its over theyll scatter like quail
Off down the freeway in the of a gale
Silent and shattered And to the core
They themselves lucky
They got through one more

The patrolman
He in the rain
He just it run down to soften the stain
Of the blood on his leg
From working wreck
And he wont it
In time for the next

Chicago at 9:52
In clean desert all baggy and loose
Sits an Iowa alone by the gate
The place sure different, in 1968

When he with mom, first time on a plane
To visit kin, hes forgotten their names
But he remembers the soldiers, still in teensIn their spit polished boots and their pressed army greens
With the creases so sharp, and their so smooth
But their eyes looked so heavy, he how they could move
Now hes got same look, like his insides are black
Hes in his mid forties and he has to go backAnd he cant even 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 you have to, shut up and drive
If you come apart later, well at least alive
You can get you help, you can deal with it then
And life will be better, til it happens

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