Luyện nghe bài hát Real

Five-hundred channels and there much on tonight
Except reality about some folk's 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 you hold fifty-seven years
Real is a band of gold with fear
It's the first long tear an old man's face, watchin' his angel slippin' away
His so broke, it's never gonna heal

I that real

Where I live, housewives don't act that
And the survivors are farmers in John hats
Our amazin' 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 around here July
It's the damn weevils and the market and the weeds, the prayer they're sayin' when they plant the seeds
And the chance they take to bring us our meal

I call that

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

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