Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Denim Soul

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

You shake your leg or you you a hat
You bring the house down and you all the pretty girls scream
He said a complicated folks don't understand
Just stomp feet and clap your hands and play

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

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

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

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