Luyện nghe bài hát He's Mine

Old man knocked on my door
With a teenage boy and a couple more up the road
He had him by the
he caught him shootin'beer bottles
Down in the and somkin'
I said is right
He said,they speak when spoken to
So which one belongs to you
And I one does
Cause they all started runnin' to back forty
When they saw me on my gator
I in the eye

And I said, He's that one
Got a wild-hair and them some
There's no what He's done
He's ever bit of my old man's son
If you knew me
There 'd be no question in mind
You'd know mine- yeah he is

Friday the football games
I was livin' for the
To call the
On the back of thirty-seven
one Forty-five
And foot eleven - maybe

Limelight barely shined on
But everyone still when
He whooped up on that boy way
For thinkin' that cheap our little kicker
And they him out
Man, you should've, you should've me shot

I yelled he's that one
Got a wild-hair side and then
There's No surprise what done
every last last bit of my old man's son
And I'll take the
And claim him every
Yeah man, he's mine and he'll be
The best that ever happened to me
You can't turn it off like
I will him unconditionally
And I'll take the
And claim him every
Yes, sir he's
Thank god , mine

Songwriter: Casey Beathard, Tim James, Phil