Luyện nghe bài hát That Girl From Brownsville Texas

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

Guess, I been busy killing time, bullet holes in state line signs
I led a life of lonely drifting, trying to rise above the buzzards in my
You get dizzy chasing 'round the of what you need to leave behind
Oh, sweet Jesus, You help me?

'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of
With that girl Brownsville, Texas
Midnight radio, a crackly, white gospel station kicking out the
Of some half assed revival, me, I never cared for the feelings
You get quoting scriptures out of the Bible

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

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

Still from the lips of half hearted sinner
Comes the of a half baked saint
'Cause Lord, I finally be willing to become the religious fool
You always wanted me to be, if in return, we could just that girl
I'm the man, You and me both know I ain't

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

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