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 store
Rusty old gas
Try to fill my up
With somethin' I go
Picture memories
You they always make for good company

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

I'm standin' here these billboard lights
Takes me back to those nights
Hometown bleachers packed real
As we marched the field
My feet swing from a dropped tailgate
Out on Airport Road real
No one walk a line too straight
We usually it home alright
And glory days I re-live
I'll never forget

And I know no friends
the old friends
I seem to laugh now
Like I did them
But inside me
A of my history
Yeah, I hear their voices even though they're
Yeah it keeps me turning

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

And I don't no love
the first love
When I think the best times
the one I think of
Deep me
All though the taste is
I see her smilin' even though she's
And it keeps me home, yeah
It me turning home