Luyện nghe bài hát Bloodline

He his, coffee black first thing in the morning
A cup or two usually, him going
He on his boots and cranks up, that old '79
man says there's a storm warnin'
Well he pulls down his hat and keeps his rollin'
Chaising the dreams of a forty kind of life

Well his claim to fame is a last
On a dead end road sign
got, callused hands and a callused heart
But that him just fine
Makin it day to day, working his away
Tryin'a find a little piece of
Oooah, but his bloodline

There's a chair on a porch that his gran-daddy him
Where he sits and on, when things were different
When a man could keep he earned with a little help from above
It's getting harder to make ends meet in the
Selling his life away, little by
But something inside him