Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Again

Way before platinum there was a place we to go
and ride for hours at a time on a country
is troubling, you can let it go
I get out of the car and walk it, visit the river and talk to it
Simply saying, "Mr. water, what is it that you from?"
Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it you humming for?"
Now knowing (Why the Bird Sings) is wishing to be free
Reminded myself of life and it's on me
Touring, the children, women, resistance
Religion means so much to me, the don't see enough of me
This way, way, bending corners trying to get away
Sometimes you have to see a storm to a pretty day
BACK in the car now, headed for the liquor
God, what a vivid scene, what I just seen
Rolled up one, still in a daze though
Gassed up at the Mini-Mart, my mind on the roads

I want to go
On the country and get blowed
On the roads again roll
Been on the country roads

Yo, we off in backwoods Caddy-hogging, Nappy dog, ain't no joke
We glad they robbing, rap imposter's, for problem no hope
It's cutthroat, we hungry starving, charging for the do'
You mo'? We smoke and sparking, jokers like the blunt go
Been shoving for plenty miles, yes I'm the type to grin and bear it
The second chance and out the box, I'm back with 'dro and spirits
at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that rolling river
Grab a rose and me to a place, au revoir, I'm rolling scriptures

Man these country roads me zone out
Riding all the bullshit that poppa would scold 'bout
But as my hustle got good I showed out
Quick to jump I-24, back with plenty mo'
By '97 I was smoking o
The chains and the Willie was the dress code
We lost our littlest Gwin, a skid row
Tony Renfrow rest in peace your kinfolks, I miss

(Dude the hell are we doing?)
Back deep on these country roads blowing, getting in with my mind
No worries striped lines and curve-filled signs
When all the events the day, good or bad, somehow rewind
While I recline, in my Cadillac
Hit the trees and press
And let the of these windy roads keep my soul upbeat
No destination proposed, just riding these roads...
Listen, this killer's that's willing to catch a court
Split your wig apart quicker the divorce rate
show out, go wild in the corpse cage
Blow out in the and I don't mean the sports page
Get drowned in North Lake, get found in horse cave
Fool, get down, the crazy!
Stille's with ambition, itching to fill my position
Replace me, but by the Lord's grace existing
be in depression La trill is missing, cousins in prison
Heard Little Ricky was snitching, now he's a Christian
Always had my suspicions, our teens with bad
members gone overseas on a mission, we miss 'em
See you can travel straight through two different
to state, navigate this beautiful globe
In of a plate full of food for the soul
I taste it when the smoke hit my nose
On a place called roads