Luyện nghe bài hát Bloodline

He likes his, coffee black first thing in the
A cup or two usually, gets him
He on his boots and cranks up, that old '79
Weather man there's a storm warnin'
Well he pulls 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 dead end county sign
He's got, callused hands and a callused
But that him just fine
it day to day, working his life away
Tryin'a a little piece of mind
Oooah, but his bloodline

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