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 with her in a little white farmhouse
She helped out by hoeing the corn and the

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

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

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

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

She was missing a week and her parents were
She called Sunday and said, "I'm okay"
Well, Bohannons talk much, but we found out later
She called from a movie house 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 us a thing about his dad

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