Luyện nghe bài hát Palmetto Rose

Palmetto in the AC vent
pillow where the head rest went
He said his cab was his orneriest
Left him jumping trees in the wind

he had the red lights memorized
Glass in the gravel like the in the sky
In that slow motion minute between living and
in my eyes and he told me, he said

This war that I to get up every day
It's a fiberglass boat, azaleas in May
It's the women I love and the law I hate
Lord, let me die in the State
Lord, let me die in the Iodine

Palmetto in the sidewalk mud
Pearly-white and a big green bud
Catch him coming out of a King store
story about the Civil War

You can believe you want to believe
But there no making up a basket weave
Everybody in the tri-county
Who makes the best rose

And war that we wage to get up every day
a basket of sweet grass, a wedding bouquet
It's the ladies I and the law that I hate
But Lord, let me die in the State
Lord, let me die in the State

And out on Sullivan's Island, swimming
On the beach the big boats rolled in
With the earliest slaves, women and
Our first kin

Here on King we're selling our roses
Two for a five-dollar
And after everything closes
I'll follow my own free
And I've my fill
I've my fill