Luyện nghe bài hát A Lot Like Me

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

So the nights rolled by headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I his words of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar; And we
about the singers and the songs we loved 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 living on nothing but a girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of 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 helluva lot like me

He'd played a lot of places where the only 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, just to have peace of mind
So he it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time

So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a or two
And we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd 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 when I into those eyes

'Cause I was on nothing 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
Like the star that he to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me

Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to my own
But tonight there ain't nobody waiting up for me at home
It's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing you're bound
But the look in his made me realize 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 to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a of a lot like me
Like the star that he'd always be, he a hell of a lot like me