Luyện nghe bài hát A Lot Like Me

He was a long tall from way down south where he'd left his life behind
He had a big old and a pickup truck and Shenandoah eyes
And I remember him sitting in that bar where I earned my pay each night
my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight

So the nights by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his words of kindness close to me a pick on my guitar; And we
Talked about the singers and the songs we loved and the songs most forgot
In that run-down bar they'd make last call and I'd never want to

'Cause I was living on nothing but a young dreams
my cowboy boots and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those bars
When I'd get him up at closing for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a lot like me

He'd played a lot of where the only wages were food and beer for free
No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the of songs he'd sing
But you do you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mind
So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks on time

So now he comes to the bar to hear me guitar and to share a drink or two
And we sit swapping tales of where we've and what we'd rather do
There's a wealth of danger when talking to strangers, and I meet them all the time
But my heart knew better than my head I looked into those eyes

'Cause I was living on nothing but a young dreams with my cowboy boots and my old six-string
Hitching my to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be, he a hell of a lot like me

Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a to call my own
But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at
It's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you're
But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I'd

'Cause I was living on nothing but a young dreams with my cowboy boots and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those bars
When I'd get him up at closing for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a of a lot like me
Like the star that he'd always be, he a hell of a lot like me