Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Bottles

About miles up that run down road
There's an old town dump with some gold
And it's for a bandit's hand to steal

And what one soul I'd always find
And it's wild what some leave behind
But a poor boys can always make it real

Because I threw stones at broken
I my hands in God's rainwater
I found treasure others claim

I threw stones at bottles
what this life had to offer
And I let it shine when others made it

Let it shine others made it rain
Let it shine, let it
When make it rain

While drivin' through the land
Out in the driftin' sand
I saw a boy, he looked at lot me

As I my window down
I across that one-horse town
I said, Don't up boy, you've got the right to dream

Because I threw stones at bottles
I washed my hands in rainwater
I found treasure others claim

I threw at broken bottles
I took what life had to offer
And I let it shine when made it rain

Let it when others made it rain
Let it shine, let it
When others make it

Because I threw at broken bottles
I washed my hands in rainwater
I found treasure others wouldn't

I threw stones at broken
And I took what this life had to
And I let it shine when others made it

Let it shine when others made it
Let it shine, let it
others make it rain

About three miles up that run down
There's an old town with some fool's gold
And it's waitin' for a bandit's to steal