Luyện nghe bài hát Blame Me

She's pony-tailed an' halter topped
Her bumper-sticker says, "I hip-hop"
With a drawl, she says, "Howdy, y'all"
And her hands afraid of dirt

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

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

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

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

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

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

From big cities to the towns
Were hard-core country 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 racks

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

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

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

me
Blame me,