Luyện nghe bài hát Real

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

And they call real

is a hand you hold fifty-seven years
Real is a band of tremblin' with fear
It's the first long down 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 that
And the survivors are farmers in Deere hats
Our amazin' race is the check
Prayin' that the ain't ran it through yet

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

I that real

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

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