Luyện nghe bài hát Songs For Sale

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