Luyện nghe bài hát Bloodline

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

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

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 from above
It's getting to make ends meet in the middle
Selling his life away, little by
But inside him says