Luyện nghe bài hát Blame Me

She's an' she's halter topped
Her bumper-sticker says, "I hip-hop"
With a drawl, she says, "Howdy, y'all"
And her ain't afraid of dirt

proud of his old truck
He spray painted over and rust
The motor smokes, it's got four tires
But the works

Raised on the Book and our country songs
down back roads singin' along

So me for the way they are
Their love of the and the steel guitar
Blame me for cowboy hats
Roper boots, jeans, and rifle racks

If you wanna a finger at somebody
For the way been led
me

They were kids when Hag and me to town
All eyes and ears, at 'em now
Center on the Grand Ole Opry
On a night

And sing of fishin' and the Lord
Fallin' in and out of
From Bea to Uncle Sam
And American Pie

From big to the little towns
Were hard-core inside and out

So blame me for the way are
Their love of the fiddle and the guitar
Blame me for their cowboy
Roper boots, jeans, and rifle racks

If you point a finger at somebody
For the way been led
me

Blame me for the way are
Their of the fiddle and the steel guitar
Blame me for their cowboy
boots, Wrangler jeans, and rifle racks

If you wanna point a at somebody
For the way been led
me

me
Blame me,