Luyện nghe bài hát Adventures Of Linda Bohannon

In a town about the size of a truck-stop or
Linda Bohannon, a natural queen
She lived her folks in a little 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 turn of the curve of her body was
From white teeth to her shiny blond hair

One day, as she stood by the road leading
In blue jeans and t-shirt and boots
The tractors and trailers and pick-ups, saw
The drivers all slowed down to and hoot

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

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

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

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

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