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 folks in a little white
She helped out by hoeing the corn and the

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

One day, as she stood by the leading westward
In jeans and t-shirt and mail-order boots
The tractors and trailers and pick-ups, saw
The drivers all 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
Stepped into a light-blue Benz

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

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

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

Well she's pretty as ever and she works in a shop
after her boy and she don't ask for help
She watches the of an old TV western
And the boy looks a lot like a re-run