Luyện nghe bài hát Bootlegger King

Born south of Knoxville to a family both humble and poor
Never asked for at the early age of ten delivered newspapers door to door
Then when he was in his teens he dreamed and scheemed for finer
And he figured out what he would do
To be a big business man he went and hired old Hoke and Stan
And he started holdin' Chattanooga

Soon his pockets filled with money and his fingers sported flashing rings
He had all he'd wanted when they labelled him the bootlegger king
He always trusted Stan and to do exactly as were told
They were hired to and not to think
A smooth business man and he convinced old Hoke and Stan
That booze was made for not to drink

That old spring city fally never knew what all it
But they knew when she unloaded by the
Two rusty rigs roared out of brakin' scrapin' jammin' gears
to look like gasoline tanks
He knew the of opperate runnin' Highway 58
Right on Kingston Tennessee
To the sheriff turn his back and face that old green pole and jack
And swap the at junction Dixie Lee

That bootlegger king's flashed with diamond rings
And the lawman knew quite where to wait
But knew it for the truth for a load of hundred proof
He would flash his old handled 38

Then one day he met a girl the sweetest thing in all the
He the time had come to change his life
But it kinda to go to church to find the ones that got there first
Was the same crooks he with just last night
The only thing that they is honor among the thieves
And he a lot of partners on the scene
The choir's mouth were wide and that old deacon's bloodshot eyes
Were focused on that king

He sat there on the mourners bench that new born baby made him
He knew he had a lot he confess
He knew enough to write a with every name of every crook
So he'd expose the whole mess
And now he's got his conscience clear he don't know the name of beer
Though friends are few and far between
He ain't proud of what he had to do he's the words that said the truth
They're out to get that king
That bootlegger fingers...