Luyện nghe bài hát Why Me

Sometimes I go walking the long tall grass
Wonder how long times will last
For this backward soul on a road that god knows

As as I try ain't left no tracks
It's not enough to my way back
I hit the ground like broken and just lay there

Singing, "Why me, oh, why me?"
And I throw empty bottle up against the wall
And I say, "Why me, oh why me?"
But pity never ever did me any good at all
So I on

And I wound up on the steps
the lobbyists smoking cigarettes
And bury their shoes in the country club
And who got who by the hairs

there in their high dollar suits
Looking at my tattered old jeans and boots
And this weathered guitar that seems to me everywhere
God, it follows me

Playing, "Why me, oh why me?"
All I got's another song about how money and breaks the law
And I sing, "Why me, oh why me?"
I'm just a broke troubadour with a for the underdog
And I on

Now I ain't but I can relate
To a man death square in the face
Even he hit his knees with a plea in the of Gethsemane

To his holy he raised his eyes
In his darkest he cried
"Please you take this cup from me?"

Praying, "Why me, oh why me?"
Knowing all the while he had to carry that cross and hang
I say, "Why me, oh why me?"
I know that somewhere up in
There's a big old book with my there
So I on, I rock on

when I'm singing, "Why me?", I rock on
Even when I'm singing, "Why me?", I on
when I'm singing, "Why me?", oh why me, oh?