Luyện nghe bài hát White Lies And Picket Fences

Billy on the hood of the car
With a match in his mouth
And I him through
The crack in the
We were goin'

All the way to Alabama
Said he had a job there
But we were gonna
Just a little bit
And get a room

We drove past white houses
With porch swings and was
Always someone else's kids in the
And I remember
"Hey, wouldn't it be nice if we could that way"

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

Well, I spent of that year waitin' tables
Billy's job, well, it didn't work out
And one night he took the
we kept in the kitchen
And he cut clean out of

Now I'm out the window
Of this run down
A little older now and six months
And I think about Billy
But most I don't

I think about little white
With porch and there was
someone else's kids in the yard
And I sayin'
"Hey, wouldn't it be nice if we live that way

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

Billy on the hood of the car
With a match in his mouth