Luyện nghe bài hát He Wanted a Girl

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

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

And we ride
Barrel-assin' the gullies
Pitching tent and chewing
Showing off our scratches and favorite

me to hold my bourbon
Coaxin' me to my fiddle
Makin' up songs and singin' them to the

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

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

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

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

So I'll be the fiddle
Bourbon
who learned to live with it