Luyện nghe bài hát Bloodline

He likes his, coffee black first thing in the
A cup or two usually, gets him
He puts on his and cranks up, that old '79
Weather man says there's a storm
Well he down his hat and keeps his wheels'a rollin'
Chaising the dreams of a back forty of life

Well his claim to fame is a last
On a dead end county road
He's got, callused hands and a heart
But suits him just fine
it day to day, working his life away
Tryin'a find a piece of mind
Oooah, but that's his

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