Luyện nghe bài hát Bronco

Takes a summer time in at minimum wage
To buy some Pittsburg when you come of age and
Even more to get it running and like you did

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

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

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

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

It was freedom calling you down that backroad
It was our time flying and a of a ride in that bronco

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

It was calling pulling you down that backroad
It was our time flying and a hell of a

It was small town hopes
Why it ended there only heaven

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

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