Luyện nghe bài hát Guitars, Cadillacs

Girl you taught me how to hurt bad
And cry to sleep
You showed me how town can shatter dreams
lesson about a naive fool
That came to
And found out that the pie taste so sweet

Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, music
And lonely, streets that I call home
Yeah, my guitars, and hillbilly music
Is the thing that keeps me hanging on

There ain't no glamor in tinseled land
Of and wasted lives
And painful are all that's left of me
But thank you for teaching me
Brand new ways to be
And if I can find my mind now, I guess I'll leave

And it's guitars, Cadillacs, music
And lonely, lonely streets I call home
Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly
Is the only thing that me hanging on

Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, music
And lonely, lonely streets that I home
Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, music
Is the only thing that me hanging on

It's the only thing that keeps me on
It's the only that keeps me hanging on