Luyện nghe bài hát Why Me

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

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

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

And I wound up on the steps
Watching the lobbyists cigarettes
And their shoes in the country club blues
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 Jesus but I can relate
To a man death square in the face
Even he hit his knees with a in the garden of Gethsemane

To his holy father he raised his
In his hour he cried
"Please would you take this cup 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 up in heaven
There's a big old book with my there
So I on, I rock on

Even 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?