🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Weary Kind - Ryan Bingham

 The weary kind  Ryan Bingham
 
  heart’s on the loose
 You rolled  seven’s with nothing lose
 And  ain’t no place for the weary kind
 
 You called all  shots
 Shooting 8 ball  the corner truck stop
 Somehow this don’t feel  home anymore
 
 And this ain’t no place for the  kind
 And  ain’t no place to lose your mind
 And this ain’t no place to fall 
 Pick up your crazy  and give it one more try
 
  body aches…
 Playing your guitar and  out the hate
 The  and the nights all feel the same
 
 Whiskey has  a thorn in your side
 and it  forget
 the highway  calls for your heart inside
 
 And this ain’t no  for the weary kind
 And this ain’t no place to lose your 
 And this ain’t no place to  behind
 Pick  your crazy heart and give it one more try
 
 Your lovers  kiss…
 It’s too damn far  your fingertips
  are the man that ruined her world
 
 Your heart’s  the loose
 You rolled  seven’s with nothing lose
 And this ain’t no place for the weary