Luyện nghe bài hát Bootlegger King

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

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

That old spring fally never knew what all it carried
But they knew when she by the banks
Two rusty rigs roared out of there brakin' jammin' gears
Disguised to look like tanks
He the ways of opperate runnin' Highway 58
on into Kingston Tennessee
To make the sheriff turn his back and face that old green and jack
And swap the load at junction Lee

That king's fingers flashed with diamond rings
And the lawman never knew quite to wait
But they knew it for the truth for a load of proof
He would flash his old handled 38

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

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