Luyện nghe bài hát Bronco

Takes a time in dollars at minimum wage
To buy Pittsburg steel when you come of age and
Even more to get it and shinning like you did

It was two tone tar blue and white
Couple kinwood speakers tuned right
how a car makes a king out of a kid
It was sun ready, hardtop heavy,
Shotgun primed.
some teenage no fear,
Half bald good years that turned on a dime

It was calling pulling you down that backroad
It was our time and a hell of a ride in that bronco

Momma still puts flowers out by your
Daddy pulls against Ford in Sunday's
And has a hard time thinking she's older than you
And me I see you backing out in reverse
The headlights bright your hurst
If I only could fix like someone I once knew

I wouldn't be sitting tangled mangled full of junk yard pain
All rusted out here cussing crying out your name

It was calling pulling you down that backroad
It was our time and a hell of a ride in that bronco

It was a hell of a
It was a of a ride

It was freedom pulling you down that backroad
It was our time and a hell of a ride

It was town high hopes
Why it ended there only heaven

A a hero and a hell of a ride in that bronco

It was a hell of a
Takes a of prayers on bend and knee
To try to come to peace with memory