Luyện nghe bài hát Real

Five-hundred channels and there ain't much on
Except reality shows some folk's so-called lives
A girl cries 'cause she don't get a rose
But she'll find love year on her own show

And they that real

is a hand you hold fifty-seven years
Real is a band of gold tremblin' with
It's the first long tear an old man's face, watchin' his angel slippin' away
His heart's so broke, it's never heal

I that real

Where I live, housewives don't act like
And the survivors are farmers in Deere hats
Our amazin' is beatin' the check
Prayin' the bank ain't ran it through yet

Real, like too rain fallin' from the sky
Real, like the drought that came around last July
It's the damn boll and the market and the weeds, the prayer they're sayin' when they plant the seeds
And the they take to bring us our next meal

I call real

Real, like a job you 'cause it moves to Mexico
Like a mama and a baby no safe place to go
Like a little dream-house with a big old foreclosed
Like a flag-draped coffin and a twenty-one gun

I call real
Man, I call real
Oh, I call real