Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

Usually take one pass through town
Stop the car and the ground
Watch those streetlights in the breeze
Decorated fronts
Rusty old gas
Try to my mind up
With before I go
Picture postcard
You know they always make for company

I don't no town
Like the old
Even when the miles are
I feel like I'm still
Deep me
Like rings an oak tree
Yeah, there something a Sunday when I'm gone
That me turning home

I'm standin' here beneath these lights
Takes me back to autumn nights
bleachers packed real tight
As we down the field
My would swing from a dropped tailgate
Out on Airport real late
No one could a line too straight
We usually made it home
And glory I cant re-live
Stories I'll never

And I don't know no
Like the old
I never seem to now
Like I did with
But deep me
A piece of my
Yeah, I hear their even though they're gone
it keeps me turning home

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

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