Luyện nghe bài hát A Lot Like Me

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

So the nights by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his words of kindness close to me like a pick on my And we
Talked about the singers and the songs we and the songs we'd most forgot
In that run-down bar they'd 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
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
the star that he longed to be, he looked a helluva lot like me

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

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

'Cause I was living 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 and a chance to shine
Like the that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me

Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a to call my own
But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at
It's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where bound
But the look in his eyes made me I was glad 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 those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star 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