Luyện nghe bài hát Adventures Of Linda Bohannon

In a about the size of a truck-stop or bigger
Lived Linda Bohannon, a natural
She lived her folks in a little white farmhouse
She helped out by the corn and the beans

Sometimes she would stare at herself in a
And any would say, there was much to
Every turn of the curve of her body was
From white teeth to her shiny blond hair

One day, as she stood by the road leading
In blue jeans and t-shirt and mail-order
The tractors and trailers and pick-ups, saw
The drivers all slowed to holler and hoot

They received, not a smile miss Linda Bohannon
No bag and no did she hold in her hand
Just Linda Bohannon, a treasure
Stepped a light-blue Mercedes Benz

And this is one of those
That we wish we knew the parts to these stories
But is all we know

She was a week and her parents were worried
She called morning and said, "I'm okay"
Well, Bohannons talk much, but we found out later
She from a movie star's house in L.A

She's now and been here for six years or seven
She brought a baby, a fine-looking lad
Well don't talk much, and Linda don't either
And nobody told us a thing his dad

she's pretty as ever and she works in a gift shop
Looks after her boy and she don't ask for
She watches the of an old TV western
And the boy looks a lot like a himself