Luyện nghe bài hát Kicking Stones

I remember sittin' in my old truck
him and all the other men
Down on their
around the fire
Fightin off the
Smokin', swearin', stones

You know times
Can a good man bad
Make him do
Out of anger, wish he had
Me and would watch
Him roll in
Smokin, swearin, kickin

Kicking stones, kicking
Down a winding road
were smokin, swearin, kicking stones

All the dark
into years
And all the times
They sure stole alot of
But came a time
I had to move on
From the smokin, swearin, stones

Kicking stones, kicking
Down a long and winding
Brought me
me home
two boys, of my own

They come
They come
I start singing
They dancing
We go
Hand in
Kicking stones. kicking

Kicking