Luyện nghe bài hát World To Me

It's a of nowhere, nobody comes here town
You're either and raised and you stay or you turn right around
Pulled on, court house, stop blinking
Four wheels, corn fields, I know what you're

Who'd wanna in this place
Who'd wanna suffer the
Of a spent pulling a plow through the dirt
Who'd wanna put roots in a blue collar suit
We do, and a few of us what it's worth
A little buckshot dot on a map it be
But it's the to me

I know these hollers and hills and fields down to square inch
I every name sprayed in Dupont paint on that bridge
Had my first kiss, learned to shift gears on these roads
All and all of this makes me one of those

wanna live in this place
Who'd wanna suffer the
Of a life spent pulling a through the dirt
wanna put down roots in a blue collar suit
We do, and a few of us know it's worth
A buckshot dot on a map it might be
Oh, but it's the to me

It's those Friday night
Billy's on Main
Where we got a cold beer a hard day's work
It's who we are through and
From our to our boots
It's the truth, and we all what it's worth
A buckshot dot on a map it might be
But the world to me

Oh, the to me