Luyện nghe bài hát He Wanted a Girl

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

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

And we would
Barrel-assin' through the
Pitching and chewing jerky
Showing off our scratches and favorite

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

Bick: Old Dan was a man
Vashti: his face in a fryin' pan
Bick: his hair with a wagon wheel
Wheel
Bick:
Wheel
Bick:
Both: And died with a toothpick in his

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

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

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

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