Luyện nghe bài hát Bootlegger King

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

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

That old spring city fally knew what all it carried
But they knew she unloaded by the banks
Two rusty roared out of there brakin' scrapin' jammin' gears
Disguised to like gasoline tanks
He the ways of opperate runnin' Highway 58
Right on Kingston Tennessee
To make the sheriff turn his back and face that old pole and jack
And swap the load at junction Lee

That bootlegger fingers flashed with diamond rings
And the lawman never knew quite to wait
But they knew it for the truth for a load of hundred
He would flash his old pearl 38

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

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