Luyện nghe bài hát Guitars, Cadillacs

Girl you me how to hurt real bad
And cry myself to
You showed me how this town can dreams
lesson about a naive fool
That to Babylon
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 only that keeps me hanging on

There ain't no in this tinseled land
Of lost and wasted
And scars are all that's left of me
But thank you girl for me
new ways to be cruel
And if I can find my mind now, I guess I'll leave

And guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music
And lonely, lonely streets I call home
Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs and music
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 keeps me on

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