Luyện nghe bài hát Adventures Of Linda Bohannon

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

Sometimes she would at herself in a mirror
And any say, there was much to admire
turn of the curve of her body was flawless
From pretty white to her shiny blond hair

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

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

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

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 out later
She from a movie star's house in L.A

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

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