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"
It's late at night and motel room's drunk
I listening to the lonesome wind crying
My friend once said, "Jim, what you cling to
That's the thing that you had forget
For no rose bed ever gonna bloom in an untended field of regrets"

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

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

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

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

Still the lips of this half hearted sinner
Comes the pledge of a baked saint
'Cause Lord, I might finally be 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 know that I ain't

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

Still, from the of this half hearted sinner
Comes the pledge of a half saint
Lord, I might 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 know that I