Luyện nghe bài hát Why Me

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

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

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

And I wound up on the capital
Watching the smoking cigarettes
And bury their shoes in the club blues
And who got who by the hairs

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

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

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

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

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

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