Luyện nghe bài hát Traffic

We all face the same way, it takes all day
I take a look to my left, pick out the and the best
She paints her lip, greasy and thick, mirror stare
And she's going

office affair to kill an unborn scare
You talk to a priest, it makes them human at least
But is she running away, to a brand new day
Or she home, why's she driving alone?

Is goin' anywhere?
Everyone be somewhere

She got a in the boot or just bags full of food
Those are model's legs but are they women's, are men's
She shouts down the phone, missed a on the loan
She gotta be the rest, keepin' up with the best

Is anyone anywhere?
Everyone gotta be

tables for a crook, you wrote a hard back book
You teach kids how to or sell your body on the street
A nurse a job, another up town snob
But have I got you all wrong, one look and you gone

Is anyone goin'
Is anyone goin'
Is anyone goin'
Everyone gotta be