Luyện nghe bài hát A Lot Like Me

He was a long stranger from way down south where he'd left his life behind
He had a big old Gibson and a truck and Shenandoah eyes
And I remember him sitting in that local bar I earned my pay each night
Singing my songs to empty and going home half tight

So the rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar; And we
Talked about the singers and the songs we loved and the songs we'd most
In that bar they'd make last call and I'd never want to stop

'Cause I was on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy and my old six-string
my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a lot like me

He'd played a lot of places where the wages were food and beer for free
No licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he'd sing
But you do what you can to be a man, just to have your peace of mind
So he it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time

So now he to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or two
And we sit swapping tales of we've been and what we'd rather do
There's a of danger when you're talking to strangers, and I meet them all the time
But my heart knew better than my head I looked into those eyes

'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my boots and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to
Like the star that he to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me

Well, maybe I'll when I got me a kid and a place to call my own
But there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at home
It's a hell of a way to from day to day not knowing where you're bound
But the look in his eyes made me realize I was for the life I'd found

'Cause I was living on but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local
When I'd get him up at closing time for a of songs and a chance to shine
the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
Like the star that always be, he looked a hell of a lot like me