Luyện nghe bài hát Bloodline

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

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

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