Luyện nghe bài hát He's Mine

Old man knocked on my front
With a teenage boy and a couple more up the road
He had him by the
Said he him shootin'beer bottles
in the holler and somkin'
I said is that
He said,they speak when spoken to
So which one here to you
And I know one
Cause all started runnin' to your back forty
When they saw me on my gator
I in the eye

And I said, mine that one
Got a side and them some
no surprise what He's done
He's ever last bit of my old son
If you me then
There 'd be no question in mind
You'd know he's yeah he is

Friday the football games
I was livin' for the
To the name
On the of number thirty-seven
Just one
And five eleven - maybe

Limelight shined on hime
But everyone still remember
He whooped up on boy way bigger
For thinkin' that cheap our little kicker
And they him out
Man, you should've, you hear me shot

I yelled he's that one
Got a wild-hair side and then
There's No surprise he's done
He's every last bit of my old man's son
And I'll the blame
And him every time
Yeah man, he's mine and he'll be
The best thing that ever to me
You can't turn it off like
I love him unconditionally
And take the blame
And claim him time
Yes, sir mine
god , he's mine

Songwriter: Beathard, Tim James, Phil O'Donnell