Luyện nghe bài hát Diamonds On My Windshield

Diamonds on my
Tears heaven
in town on the Interstate
Pullin' a train in the rain

Wind my cheek
Through the
Fast flyin' freeway
It always makes me

Duster to change my tune
Pullin' up on the right
Rollin'
Twenty-four hour

Wisconsin with a cue-ball head
he's home in a Wiscosin bed
Fifteen feet of in the East
Colder a well digger's ass

And it ends the ride
San Clemente up
Sunday slip by
Check station close and you by with a dry back

Orange drive-in the billin'
fillin' to the brim
Slave and hot spurn
Bucket of sin

Metropolitan
Interchange and
from riverside
Black and planes out of state, runnin' a little late

Sailors jockey for the fast
One O one miss it
Rollin' hills and fields
Broken line on your

The go east and the fives go north
And the merging nexus and forth
You see your sign, you cross the
Signal a blink

gone off the air and it gives you time to think
Ease it out and you creep
In a section lights out
Hear the rumble as you for a cigarette

through this neon jungle
Remember someone you met
And one more block, the talks in whispers,"Home at last"
Whispers, whispers, whispers, "Home at last, at last"