Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

Usually one last pass through town
Stop the car and the ground
those streetlights swayin' in the breeze
Decorated fronts
Rusty old gas
Try to fill my up
With somethin' I go
Picture memories
You know they always make for company

I know no town
the old town
Even when the are many
I like I'm still around
inside me
Like rings through an oak
Yeah, there something a Sunday when I'm gone
That keeps me turning

I'm standin' here beneath these lights
Takes me to those autumn nights
Hometown bleachers packed tight
As we marched the field
My feet would from a dropped tailgate
Out on Airport Road late
No one could walk a line too
We usually made it alright
And glory I cant re-live
Stories never forget

And I know no friends
the old friends
I never seem to now
Like I did them
But deep me
A piece of my
Yeah, I hear their voices even though gone
it keeps me turning home

Never twice the same way does it
And enough she stole my heart
On the old gym floor, round and round one night
And though we both hard to wait
We sure did love the
Of the love being made and prayin' I got it right
Graduation came and
with all the time we spent

And I know no love
Like the first
When I think about the best
the one I think of
Deep me
All the taste is bittersweet
I see her smilin' though she's gone
And it keeps me turning home,
It keeps me home