Luyện nghe bài hát Homemade Wine

Sixty miles El Paso
Feelin' as can be
Driving from the heartache
was slowly killing me

I left at 4 am monday
Filled my tank at luther's
I be checking' in come sunday
'cause i by then she'll walk the floor

She has it still inside her
i am hers and she is mine
She's dead on and i am full of
broken and homemade wine

There's a kid who the squeesebox
on the border bridge on the juarez
He to the beat
no shoes on his feet
to the that he makes as i drive by

And i felt just the devil the whole night's pull
But right this second I feel
My tank is on empty, but i am full
of broken dreams and homemade

Now the wind she sings to me a love song
I can hear her the boxcar that I ride
Her is in my brain
making music with train
that will take me to the other side

And she might that I'm coming back
to hold her close and her cryin'
But this freight
traveling a southbound track
full broken dreams and hommade
Just dreams and hommade wine
Broken and hommade wine