Luyện nghe bài hát Turning Home

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

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

I'm standin' here beneath these lights
Takes me back to those autumn
Hometown bleachers real tight
As we marched the field
My feet would swing from a dropped
Out on Airport real late
No one could a line too straight
We usually it home alright
And glory days I cant
Stories I'll never

And I don't no friends
the old friends
I never to laugh now
Like I did with
But deep me
A of my history
Yeah, I hear their voices even though gone
it keeps me turning home

Never twice the same way does it
And sure enough she stole my
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 love being made and I got it right
Graduation came and
Along with all the 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 keeps me turning home,
It keeps me home