Luyện nghe bài hát Blame Me

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

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

Raised on the Good Book and our songs
Ridin' down back roads along

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

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

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

And sing of fishin' and the above
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 me for the way they are
Their love of the and the steel guitar
Blame me for their hats
Roper boots, Wrangler jeans, and racks

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

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

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

me
Blame me,