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"
late at night and this motel room's drunk
I been listening to the lonesome wind
My best once said, "Jim, what you cling to
the thing that you had best forget
For ain't no bed ever gonna bloom in an untended field of regrets"

Guess, I been busy time, counting bullet holes in state line 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 behind
Oh, sweet Jesus, won't You me?

'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of
With that from Brownsville, Texas
Midnight radio, a crackly, gospel station kicking out the sounds
Of some half assed revival, me, I never much for the feelings
You get scriptures from 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 well
'Til the day the bucket comes up dry

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

Still from the lips of this half hearted
Comes the pledge of a half baked
'Cause Lord, I might finally be 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

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

Still, from the lips of half hearted sinner
Comes the pledge of a half saint
'Cause Lord, I might finally be willing to become the religious
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