Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Denim Soul

He said he was the grandson of B. Goode
Some thought he but I thought he could
He set his mind about Elvis lookin' like James Dean
He said a country boy ain't all that bad

You your leg or you wear you a hat
You bring the down and you make all the pretty girls scream
He a complicated rhythm folks don't understand
Just stomp your and clap your hands and play

Blue, denim soul
Blue, denim soul
A country boy will get on a roll
blue, blue denim soul

He poured me out a helping of rhythm and
It was bad to the bone, you see, to me it was
wood, sheddin' in pair of faded overalls
He said your throat when you start to sing

You them cry when you bend them strings
And one more thing I tell you before I go
"The only that you can count on are both of your hands"
"And having holes in your when the boys in the band are playin'"

Blue, blue soul
Blue, denim soul
A country boy rockin' get on a roll
blue, blue denim soul