Luyện nghe bài hát Blame Me

She's pony-tailed an' she's halter
Her bumper-sticker says, "I hip-hop"
a southern drawl, she says, "Howdy, y'all"
And her hands ain't of dirt

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

Raised on the Good and our country songs
Ridin' down roads singin' along

So blame me for the way are
love of the fiddle and the steel guitar
Blame me for cowboy hats
boots, Wrangler jeans, and rifle racks

If you wanna point a at somebody
For the way they've led
me

They were kids Hag and me came to town
All and ears, look at 'em now
Center on the Grand Ole Opry
On a Saturday

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

From big cities to the little
hard-core country inside and out

So blame me for the way are
love of the fiddle and the steel guitar
Blame me for their hats
Roper boots, Wrangler jeans, and rifle

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

Blame me for the way are
Their love of the fiddle and the steel
Blame me for cowboy hats
Roper boots, Wrangler jeans, and racks

If you point a finger at somebody
For the way they've led
me

me
Blame me,