Luyện nghe bài hát That's Why I Sing This Way

My Momma used to me, "Son, you better get your work done
Daddy's coming home at five
And if you all through with the chores you gotta do
Boy, I'm tan you alive"

I was glued to the radio, to my hero
Singing sad old songs
Singing them than a one car funeral
Nobody like Jones

I'd take that old broom up to my room
And I'd play it an old guitar
Or sit out on the porch trying to sing George
Dreaming of a star

Well, things I never did I was just a kid
Made me I am today
You see, Momma used to whoop me with a Jones album
That's why I sing way

So I ended up in working at a saw mill
to be close to the stars
I got a little broke but I couldn't ask my
So I had to my old guitar

I still around tootsie's orchid lounge thinking
He'll walk that door
But a voice in my says, "You wasting your time
'Cause George don't no more"

I'd take that old kitchen up to my room
And I'd it like an old guitar
Or sit out on the porch to sing like George
Dreaming of a star

Well, things I never did when I was a kid
me what I am today
You see, Momma used to me with a George Jones album
That's why I this way

Well, things I never did I was just a kid
Made me I am today
You see, Momma used to whoop me with a Jones album
why I sing this way
Momma used to whoop me a George Jones album
why I sing this way