Luyện nghe bài hát Real

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

And they call real

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

I that real

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

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

I call real

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

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