Luyện nghe bài hát That Girl From Brownsville Texas

I say, "God, if You ain't on me, then You ain't no friend of mine"
It's late at night and this motel room's
I been to the lonesome wind crying
My best friend once said, "Jim, what you to
That's the thing that you had forget
For ain't no bed ever gonna bloom in an untended field of regrets"

Guess, I been busy killing time, counting bullet in state line signs
I led a life of drifting, trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind
You get dizzy chasing 'round the tail of what you need to behind
Oh, Jesus, won't You help me?

'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them of love
With that from Brownsville, Texas
Midnight radio, a crackly, white gospel station out the sounds
Of some half assed revival, me, I much cared for the feelings
You get quoting scriptures from out of the

For as the crow flies, I know only one cure for a permanent in your eye
You gotta crank like hell, that on old sorrow's well
'Til the day the bucket comes up dry

Now, dreams are just prayers, the put on airs
And my history of dreams is a scandal of back assward schemes
And romantic disasters, where Lord, You dealt me more
Than I could

Still from the of this half hearted sinner
Comes the pledge of a half baked
'Cause Lord, I might finally be willing to become the fool
You always wanted me to be, if in return, we could just that girl
I'm the man, You and me both know that I

Now, dreams are prayers, without the put on airs
And though my history of dreams is a scandal of assward schemes
And disasters, where Lord, You dealt me more cards
Than I could

Still, from the lips of half hearted sinner
Comes the of a half baked saint
Lord, I might finally be willing to become the religious fool
You always wanted me to be, if in return, we just tell that girl
I'm the man, You and me both know that I