Luyện nghe bài hát Sold American

Faded jaded falling cowboy
Pawnshops itching for old guitar
Where going, God only knows
The have fallen from your clothes

Once you heard the Opry crowd
Now you're hanging out at Fourth and
On the rain wet sidewalk the time
When coffee with a friend was still a

And been sold American
The times is finished and the want ads all are read
Everyone's been American
In dreams in a roll away bed

Writing down your memoirs on window in the frost
Roulette eyes reflecting morning lost
Hauled in by the metro for time and pain
With a singing brakeman through your veins

And everything's been American
The lonely night is for the death it never dies
Everyone's been sold
Don't let me catch you when the jukebox cries

You told me, you born so much higher than life
But I've seen the pictures of your children and your wife
Now they're fumbling your wallet
And they're trying to find name
It's almost like they raise the of fame

And been sold American
No place to go and brother, no place to
been sold American
Just let that golden roll your soul away