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 goin' South

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

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

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

Well, I spent most of year waitin' tables
'Cause job, well, it didn't work out
And one night he the cash
That we in the kitchen
And he cut clean out of

Now I'm looking out the
Of this run down
A little now and six months along
And sometimes I think about
But times I don't

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

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

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