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 ain't of dirt

He's of his old truck
He spray painted over dents and
The motor smokes, got four bald tires
But the radio

Raised on the Good Book and our 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 when Hag and me came to
All eyes and ears, at 'em now
Center on the Grand Ole Opry
On a Saturday

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

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

So 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 point a at somebody
For the way been led
me

Blame me for the way are
love of the fiddle 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 been led
me

me
Blame me,