Luyện nghe bài hát Pulaski

She was fresh out of
one in her family to go
And California seemed heaven
Pulaski, was her home

She worked on losing her accent
Turned her on her Baptist ways
She bought some clothes that barely
Her fair skinned body, to Nashville and caught a plane

The clouds rushed her
As the L.A. smog the air
And she smiled when the airlock
And the Pacific breeze through her hair

She thought about the boys Alabama
Who came into town every Friday
And drank beer out of big glass bottles
And left trail of blood and tears behind

She thought the men in would be different
She'd grown up them on her TV
But the men she to know in California
her longing for Pulaski, Tennessee

Good always start with a full glass
And just breathing here can a girl's nose bleed
here live and die just like a stray dog
On a dirt road somewhere in

The storefronts are all filled up eyeballs
As the policemen out the street
For a line of cars with their burning
Driving slow Pulaski, Tennessee