Luyện nghe bài hát Adventures Of Linda Bohannon

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

Sometimes she would stare at in a mirror
And any would say, there was to admire
Every of the curve of her body was flawless
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 and pick-ups, saw Linda
The all slowed down 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 physical
Stepped into a light-blue Benz

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

She was a week and her parents were worried
She called Sunday and said, "I'm okay"
Well, Bohannons don't talk much, but we found out
She called from a movie star's in L.A

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

Well she's pretty as ever and she works in a gift
Looks her boy and she don't ask for help
She the re-runs of an old TV western
And the boy a lot like a re-run himself