Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Conley And Billy (the Proof's In The Picken')

Screamin whitewall tires and a guitar by his
got the fever as he rolls on through the night
Some were to listen, some were born to play
He was lightning on the and thunder on the bass

He could play it high, he play it low
He could make it cry, he could make it
He knows when comes to shove
The in the pickin

In a smoky little tavern off of Bourbon Street
Tobacco stained waited on the down beat
Conley was the master, the king
Hed ruled the town for thirty years with an army of six

He could play it high, he could it low
He could it cry, he could make it moan
He knows push comes to shove
The proofs in the

after midnight, Billy drives through New Orleans
Straight to the Quarter, theres a man he has to see
The is a raging like a city thats on fire
Billy felt just like an boy at the feet of a higher power

Conley as Billy walked across the room
Opened his case and a tune
The whole club was silent and the lights were turned low
Billy up on the stage and Conley whispered, Go, son, go

He play it high, he could play it low
He could make it cry, he make it moan
He knows when comes to shove
The in the pickin

Conley held his up, no one made a sound
And he handed his old archtop and stepped into the crowd
Billy it soft, Billy played it sad
Then he it talk and in came the band

the room was shaking
Before wall of sound
And just a off Bourbon Street
A new kings been

He could play it high, he could it low
He could it cry, he could make it moan
He knows when comes to shove
The proofs in the