Luyện nghe bài hát Real

Five-hundred channels and ain't much on tonight
Except reality shows about some folk's so-called
A pretty cries '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 hold years
is a band of gold tremblin' with fear
It's the first long tear down an old man's face, watchin' his slippin' away
His heart's so broke, it's never heal

I call real

Where I live, housewives don't act that
And the survivors are farmers in John 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, the drought that came around here last July
It's the damn boll weevils and the 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 that

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

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