Luyện nghe bài hát Bronco

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

It was two tone tar blue and white
kinwood speakers tuned just right
Crazy how a car 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 that
It was our time flying and a of a ride in that bronco

Momma puts flowers out by your grave
pulls against Ford in Sunday's race
And Leah has a hard time she's older than you
And me I see you backing out in reverse
The headlights bright behind your
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 pulling you down that backroad
It was our time flying and a of a ride in that bronco

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

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

It was small high hopes
Why it ended there heaven knows

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

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