Luyện nghe bài hát Songs For Sale

Boiled peanuts anytime, on a plywood sign
Pull to the shoulder and buy a
An old man with a face swears they're the best you'll taste
Grows 'em in that red dirt field out back, yeah, that's a fact
Grace is a mechanic's wife and their toe-head boys are her life
Sews patches on jeans night and day
Never does much for herself, doesn't dream of or wealth
Just a ballpark bleacher and a place to
Some are called to preach the gospel, string in Colorado
are born to raise a family
Swing a hammer at a nail, bricks or carry mail
Go to college, or Yale, but me
I got songs for
There's not a lot of on my tires, In some spots you can see the wires
Just hope they it to the next town so I can sing
I'm still learning of lessons, I'm still calling it a profession
Travelin' 'round strummin' these strings
Some are good at mending bones, fixing drinks and
are born to wear pin stripes on their sleeves
Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or mail
Go to college, or Yale, but me
I got songs for
I see it in a lot of
I read it in a lot of
Some are called to preach the gospel, fence in Colorado
Some are born to raise a
Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or mail
Go to college, or Yale, and me
Yeah me, I got songs for
Yeah, I got for sale