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

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

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

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

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

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

Conley watched as Billy walked the room
Opened his and started a tune
The whole club was and the lights were turned down low
Billy stepped up on the and Conley whispered, Go, son, go

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

Conley his hand 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 Billys wall of
And just a off Bourbon Street
A new kings crowned

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