Luyện nghe bài hát Little Brother

We just kids growin' up in West Texas
the hell we've raised
We chased the girls but we could catch 'em
Those were our glory

You called me cowboy I drove a pickup
And sang those old songs
We'd buy a bottle of Farm, wind up all messed up
Where those years all gone?

Hey little brother, is old cowboy
keep your radio on
'Cause I get lucky, sing on the Opry
And dedicate you this song

Well, I hit the highway and never looked
You stayed here in our old
You married a sweet down around Austin
Had nine kids whose are all brown

I hit every barroom from to Boston
Seeking whiskey, and fame
Countin' these white lines sure lonely
Someday they'll all my name

Hey brother, this is old cowboy
keep your radio on
'Cause I might get lucky, sing on the
And I'll you this song

Well, the years and go and I've sure realized
nothin' like your best friend
If there's one thing I know the day that I die
You've got my back, Ben

Hey little brother, is old cowboy
got your radio on
Tonight I got lucky, I'm on the Opry
And I dedicate you this

Yeah, tonight I got lucky, I'm on the Grand Ole Opry
And I dedicate you song