Luyện nghe bài hát This Old Porch

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

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

And this old is the palace walk-in on the main street of Texas
That's never the day of G and R and X's
With that '62 poster that's faded down
And a screen a picture since giant came to town

And this old porch is like a weathered, gray-haired seventy years of
doing all he can and not to give in to the city
And he always takes the late, so long as I run his cattle
And he picks me up at dinnertime and I listen to him

He says, "The Brazos still runs muddy, like she's run all along
And there ain't been no cane to grind, the cotton's 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 he's

And this old porch is just a long time of and forgetting
And remembering the coming back and not crying the leaving
And remembering the falling down and the laughter of the of luck
From all of those who said we'd never get back up

This old porch is just a long of waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back and not crying the leaving
And remembering the falling down and the laughter of the of luck
From all of those sons-of-bitches who said never get back up