Luyện nghe bài hát Adventures Of Linda Bohannon

In a about the size of a truck-stop or bigger
Lived Linda Bohannon, a queen
She lived with her folks in a little farmhouse
She out by hoeing the corn and the beans

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

One day, as she stood by the road westward
In jeans and t-shirt and mail-order boots
The tractors and and pick-ups, saw Linda
The drivers all down to holler and hoot

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

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

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

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

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