Luyện nghe bài hát Real

Five-hundred channels and there much on tonight
Except reality shows about some folk's so-called
A pretty girl cries 'cause she get a rose
But she'll find love next year on her own

And they call that

Real is a hand you hold fifty-seven
is a band of gold tremblin' with fear
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 call real

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

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

I call real

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

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