Luyện nghe bài hát That Girl From Brownsville Texas

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, dreams are just prayers, without the put on
And my history of dreams is a scandal of back assward 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 baked saint
Lord, I might finally be willing to become the religious fool
You always wanted me to be, if in return, we could tell that girl
I'm the man, You and me both know that I