Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Goin' Back

I never knew what smog was 'til I to L.A.
say it's the 'City of Angels' but there ain't no saints
If I one more day on this freeway I might snap
I can't take a breath and I can't see the crest
Of those mountains lie in my path

I've got to get back to the farm, the cars aren't alarmed
And the people are to see you
Where the world's stars hang above my backyard
And room to stretch out and relax
My truck is gassed up and I'm packed, I'm goin'

Hey lady, color is that you've got in your hair
Sorry dude but that and high heels threw me for a second there
The fact that don't phase me is freakin' me out
Am I gettin' used to lunatics
Who can't between fiction and fact

I've got to get back to the farm, where the aren't alarmed
And the people are to see you
Where the world's biggest stars above my backyard
And room to stretch out and relax
And my is gassed up and I'm packed, I'm goin' back, goin' on back

and dirt roads and bean fields, my kinfolk
It don't get much better than

Can't wait to get back to the farm, where the cars alarmed
And the people are to see you
Where the world's stars hang above my backyard
And there's room to stretch out and
And my is gassed up and I'm packed, I'm goin' back, goin' back

Yeah, I'm back
wait to get back
Give me more of that hee haw