Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

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

I don't know no
Like the old
Even when the are many
I feel I'm still around
Deep me
rings through an oak tree
Yeah, there 'bout a Sunday when I'm gone
That keeps me home

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

And I don't know no
the old friends
I seem to laugh now
I did with them
But deep me
A piece of my
Yeah, I hear their voices though they're gone
it keeps me turning home

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

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