Luyện nghe bài hát Cecil Brown

Well, my name is Brown
And I'm a little town
And people think much of me

I never
Why they thought I was no
But is how it seems

The of this worn out cowboy
Will make you so cold
traveled up and down so many
Kind of lonesome

I once took the high
And it took me to hell
And I stood all by myself

'Cause all alone's
I like I belong
'Cause it don't matter who is or wrong

The feelings of this worn out
Will make you so cold
I've up and down so many
Kind of roads

Pickin' up the pieces of my broken
Is not an sight to see
And as the leaves changed
It helps ease the pain and sufferin' they for me

The of this worn out cowboy
Will you feel so cold
I've up and down so many
of lonesome roads