Luyện nghe bài hát White Lies And Picket Fences

Billy on the hood of the car
a match stick in his mouth
And I watched him
The in the windshield
We were South

All the way down to
Said he had a job there
But we gonna drive
a little bit further
And get a room

We drove past little houses
With porch swings and was
someone else's kids in the yard
And I sayin'
"Hey, wouldn't it be nice if we could live way"

And he was sayin', "We were gonna
But sometimes you listen to your mama
someday, some boy is gonna tell ya
How he'll you like a princess
But sometimes just little white lies
picket fences

Well, I spent most of that waitin' tables
'Cause Billy's job, well, it work out
And one night he took the
That we kept in the
And he cut out of town

Now I'm out the window
Of this run apartment
A little older now and six months
And sometimes I about Billy
But times I don't

I think about little white
With swings and there was
Always else's kids in the yard
And I remember
"Hey, wouldn't it be nice if we could that way

And he was always sayin' "We were
But sometimes you should listen to mama
'Cause someday, some boy is gonna ya
How treat you like a princess
But sometimes they're just white lies
With fences

leaned on the hood of the car
With a stick in his mouth