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"
It's late at night and motel room's drunk
I been listening to the wind crying
My best friend said, "Jim, what you cling to
That's the thing you had best forget
For ain't no rose bed ever gonna bloom in an 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 above the in my mind
You get dizzy chasing 'round the tail of you need to leave behind
Oh, sweet Jesus, You help me?

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

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

Still from the lips of this hearted sinner
Comes the pledge of a half saint
'Cause Lord, I might be willing to become the religious fool
You always wanted me to be, if in return, we could just tell 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 assward schemes
And disasters, where Lord, You dealt me more cards
Than I could

Still, from the lips of half hearted sinner
Comes the pledge of a baked 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 I ain't