Luyện nghe bài hát Real

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

And call that real

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

I call that

Where I live, housewives act like that
And the survivors are farmers in Deere hats
Our race is beatin' the check
Prayin' that the bank ran it through yet

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

I that real

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

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