Luyện nghe bài hát Real

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

And they call that

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

I call that

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

Real, like too much rain fallin' the sky
Real, like the that came around here last July
the damn 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 call real

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

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