Luyện nghe bài hát Homemade Wine

Sixty miles El Paso
lonesome as can be
Driving further from the
that was killing me

I left at 4 am monday
my tank at luther's store
I might be checking' in come
'cause i know by then she'll the floor

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

a kid who plays the squeesebox
on the border on the juarez side
He to the beat
with no shoes on his
to the music that he makes as i by

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

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

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