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 dirty face swears they're the you'll taste
Grows 'em fresh in that red dirt field out back, yeah, that's a
Grace is a mechanic's and their toe-head boys are her whole life
patches on blue jeans night and day
Never much for herself, doesn't dream of fame or wealth
Just a ballpark and a place to pray
are called to preach the gospel, string fence in Colorado
Some are to raise a family
Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or mail
Go to college, or Yale, but me
I got songs for
not a lot of tread on my tires, In some spots you can see the wires
Just hope they make it to the next town so I can
I'm still learning of lessons, I'm still calling it a profession
'round strummin' these guitar strings
Some are good at bones, fixing drinks and telephones
Some are born to wear pin stripes on their
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 it in a lot of faces
Some are called to preach the gospel, fence in Colorado
are born to raise a family
Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or carry
Go to college, or Yale, and me
Yeah me, I got for sale
Yeah, I got for sale