Luyện nghe bài hát Load-Out

Now the seats are all
Let the roadies take the
Pack it up and it down
They're the first to come and to leave
for that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another

the people were so fine
They there in line
And when they got up on feet
They made the

And was sweet
But I can hear the
Of slamming doors and folding
And a sound they'll never know

Now roll cases out and lift them amps
Haul them trusses and get 'em up them ramps
'Cause it comes to moving me
You know, you guys are the

But that last guitar's been packed away
You know I still want to play
So just sure you got it all set to go
Before you for my piano

But the on the bus
And waiting to go
got to drive all night
And do a show in Chicago or Detroit, I know

We do so shows in a row
And these towns all the same
We just pass the time in the rooms
And wander backstage
Till those lights come up and we hear crowd
And we remember why we

Now we got Country and on the bus
R&B, we got in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
We've got Rural and Magazines
got Truckers on the CB

And we've got Richard Pryor on the
We got time to think of the ones we
While the miles roll
But the only that seems too short
Is the that we get to play

People you've got the power over we do
You can sit there and
Or you can pull us
Come along, the song
You know that you go wrong

when that morning sun comes beating down
You're going to up in your town
But we'll be to appear
A thousand miles from here