Luyện nghe bài hát World To Me

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

Who'd wanna live in place
Who'd suffer the fate
Of a spent pulling a plow through the dirt
Who'd wanna put down 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
But the world to me

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

Who'd wanna live in 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 little buckshot dot on a map it be
Oh, but the world to me

It's those Friday night
Billy's Tavern on
Where we got a cold after a hard day's work
It's who we are and through
our hats to our boots
It's the truth, and we all know what it's
A little buckshot dot on a map it be
But it's the to me

Oh, the to me