Luyện nghe bài hát That Girl From Brownsville Texas

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

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

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

For as the flies, I know only one cure for a permanent tear in your eye
You gotta crank like hell, that rope on old well
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 of back assward schemes
And romantic disasters, where Lord, You dealt me cards
Than I handle

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

Now, dreams are just prayers, without the put on
And though my history of dreams is a 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 finally 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 that I ain't