Luyện nghe bài hát Real

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

And they call that

Real is a you hold fifty-seven years
Real is a band of gold tremblin' fear
It's the first tear down an old man's face, watchin' his angel slippin' away
His heart's so broke, it's gonna heal

I call real

I live, housewives don't act like that
And the survivors are farmers in John Deere
Our race is beatin' the check
that the bank ain't ran it through yet

Real, like too much fallin' from the sky
Real, like the drought that came 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 to bring us our next meal

I call real

Real, like a job you lose it moves to Mexico
Like a mama and a baby with no safe to go
Like a little 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 that