Luyện nghe bài hát Blame Me

She's pony-tailed an' she's topped
Her bumper-sticker says, "I 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 four tires
But the radio

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

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

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

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

And sing of and the Lord above
in and out of love
From Bea to Uncle Sam
And that Pie

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

So blame me for the way are
love of the fiddle 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 they've led
me

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

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

me
Blame me,