Luyện nghe bài hát He Wanted a Girl

He wanted a who hates dusty roads
He wanted a who cries porcelain tears
He wanted a who'd put locks on the door
To all those gemstones she's got in her ears

But I am a girl who likes dusty
'Cos I am a girl who enjoys the
Yeah, I was that girl who keep up with him
And follow him anywhere he chose to ride

And we ride
through the gullies
Pitching tent and jerky
off our scratches and favorite scars

Teachin' me to my bourbon
Coaxin' me to my fiddle
Makin' up songs and singin' to the stars

Old Dan was a funny man
Vashti: Washed his face in a pan
Bick: Combed his hair with a wagon
Wheel
Bick:
Vashti:
Bick:
Both: And died with a in his heel

laugh ourselves to sleep
That's something I can
That's something I can keep in my

But hearts don't dress up in new clothes
Hearts don't wear jewels or put on the door
Hearts are just that go beatin' with wantin'
And he was the one my heart wanted for

He a girl who hates dusty roads
He found him a girl who hates roads
Their hearts was to fit

So be the fiddle playin'
drinkin'
Girl who to live with it