Luyện nghe bài hát Adventures Of Linda Bohannon

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

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
pretty white teeth to her shiny blond hair

One day, as she by the road leading westward
In blue jeans and and mail-order boots
The tractors and and pick-ups, saw Linda
The drivers all slowed to holler and hoot

received, not a smile from miss Linda Bohannon
No bag and no brush did she in her hand
Just Bohannon, a physical treasure
Stepped into a Mercedes Benz

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

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

She's home now and been here for six years or
She brought home a baby, a lad
Well Bohannons don't talk much, and Linda don't
And told us a thing about his dad

Well she's pretty as ever and she works in a shop
Looks after her boy and she ask for help
She the re-runs of an old TV western
And the boy a lot like a re-run himself