Luyện nghe bài hát White Lies And Picket Fences

Billy on the hood of the car
With a stick in his mouth
And I watched him
The in the windshield
We goin' South

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

We drove little white houses
With porch swings and was
Always else's 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 sometimes you listen to your mama
'Cause someday, some boy is tell ya
How he'll you like a princess
But sometimes they're little white lies
With fences

Well, I spent of that year waitin' tables
'Cause Billy's job, well, it work out
And one night he the cash
we kept in the kitchen
And he cut clean out of

Now I'm looking out the
Of run down apartment
A little older now and six along
And sometimes I think about
But most times I

I think little 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 live way

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

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