Luyện nghe bài hát This Old Porch

This old porch is like a big old red and white bull
Standing under a mesquite tree, out in Agua
And he keeps on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun
a-sweatin' and a-pantin' 'cause his work is never done

And this old porch is like a steaming, greasy of enchiladas
With lots of cheese and and a guacamole salad
And you can get 'em down at the hotel in old downtown
iced tea and a waitress and she will smile every time

And old porch is the palace walk-in on the main street of Texas
never seen the day of G and R and X's
With that '62 poster that's almost down
And a screen without a picture since giant to town

And this old is like a weathered, gray-haired seventy years of Texas
Who's doing all he can and not to give in to the
And he always takes the rent late, so long as I run his
And he picks me up at dinnertime and I to him rattle

He says, "The Brazos still runs muddy, like she's run all along
And there ain't never been no cane to grind, the all but gone"
And you know this brand new Chevrolet, hell it was something in '60
But now there won't nobody listen to him 'cause they all think crazy

And this old porch is just a time of waiting and forgetting
And remembering the back and not crying about the leaving
And remembering the falling and the laughter of the curse of luck
From all of passersby who said we'd never get back up

This old porch is just a long time of and forgetting
And remembering the coming back and not crying about the
And remembering the falling down and the of the curse of luck
From all of those sons-of-bitches who said we'd never get up