Luyện nghe bài hát What I Almost Was

It was my senior year, I just eighteen
I was a Friday night hero division one dreams
I had an on the table, a four year ride
'Til that fourth and two, and four dive

And I left on a stretcher, up on a crutch
Walked on that next summer, wound up cut
I off that coach, left that school in the dust
For letting my go bust

But I thank God I ain't I almost was

Yeah, I on back home and came awful close
To some son-in-law to some CEO
Coulda been a office, country club, suit and tie man
to no one but her and him

I ran out on his money, ran out on her
At four in the mornin' I loaded my
I left my town in a big cloud of dust
I had to follow my gut

And I thank God I ain't what I was

Guitar town, I this old Epi-phone
Started stringin' and words into songs
been puttin' in time on Sixteenth Avenue
Pourin' out my for tips on a stool

I ain't makin' a killin' but then there's those
When the song comes together and them just right
The crowds on their feet 'cause they can't get
Of music I make and I love

And I thank God I ain't, yeah, I God I ain't
And I God I ain't what I almost was