Luyện nghe bài hát Bluegrass Widow

Its been five years come this autumn, she well the day
The day the got him, and took him far away
Far away from always that the love they shared was true
Far away the fiddlers bowing, the grass forever

It was in the dead of winter when her man first the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing Cabin on the
Through the he was groaning The good times are past and gone
By the summer she was Old lover please come home

Now she stands out in the midnight in the moonlight all
She prays to Carter Stanley Wont you please tell Monroe
Rather be in some hollow or some dark deep shady grove
Than to be a widow

Spoken break:
I started listening to music in Bryan Duckworths rust red 1970 Ford Maverick.
Had an eight track tape deck and an eight tape of Bill Monroes Greatest Hits.
We used to skip period chemistry and go over to the Shamrock station across the street from the high school and get a case of Texas Pride beer.
it on my dads credit card and get em to write it up as oil so dad never knew the difference.
Then wed ride and drink Texas Pride, listen to Bill Monroe.
Soon we got to be experts.
And wed stop in another Shamrock station and get another Texas Pride case, drink that and listen to the Stanley Brothers and then wed go get a tape of Jim and Jesse and it was on to the Kentucky Colonels and Mack Wiseman and the New Grass Revival, Peter Rowan, and finally I got the brilliant idea one day to take all the greatest bluegrass song titles in the and string em together to make this song right here,
The Widow.
Quite possibly the worst bluegrass ever written.

I did this in to the Front Porch Boys, which was a bluegrass band I was in in College Station, Texas.
We were a little four piece band, we played weddings and parties and out on the porch and beer and one weekend on a handful of cheap amphetamines, we decided to go to Crockett, Texas.
We entered the International Bluegrass Band Competition and took place.
We could faster than anybody in the competition.
The two bands took first and third, respectively.
I met some and went off into the night separated from the Front Porch Boys and met back up with them in the cold, gray light of dawn, as the bluegrass songs say.
They standing underneath a giant pine tree there in Crockett singing the rudest, most grotesque, nastiest bluegrass songs youve ever heard in your life.
Im talking about the kind of song where not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but hes been as well.
And the Front Porch Boys stopped and looked up at me just enough to say, Were taking bluegrass music where its never been before.
And were not taking you with us cuz you dont that high and lonesome sound that bluegrass music requires. Well, Im not one to fight failure. I packed up my stuff and left.
The Front Porch Boys broke up days later when they realized I owned the PA system.

Will you miss me when Im were his final words to her
Darlin think of what youve done, then replied his girl
And the leaves had started turning his mind began to fail
he broke down in a breakdown, now she wears a long black veil.

And she out in the midnight in the moonlight all aglow
She prays to Carter Wont you please tell Bill Monroe
Rather be in some dark hollow or some dark deep grove
Than to be a bluegrass

And she stands out in the midnight in the moonlight all
She prays to Carter Stanley Wont you please tell Bill
Rather be in some dark hollow or some dark deep shady
Than to be a bluegrass