Luyện nghe bài hát Cornmeal Waltz

There's nothin' like cornmeal on a dance-hall for dancin' the night away,
Slippin' and slidin', effortlessly glidin' in the arms of my Lillie Mae,
So I shined up my boots and ironed my shirt, and on some new blue jeans.
Oh, I brushed off my hat, slicked back my hair; I'll beat all she's ever seen.

There's like listenin' to the fiddles play
While doin' the waltz.
There's nothin' to keep you driftin' away,
the cornmeal waltz.

Way out on Ranch Road 17 there's a dance hall in the trees,
Yellow strung up all around, so all the little kids can see.
Pickups are parked to the road; the beer is so cold it might freeze.
Stars are all out, the in tune, and it smells like a barbecue breeze.

nothin' like listenin' to the fiddles play
While the cornmeal waltz.
There's nothin' to keep you driftin' away,
the cornmeal waltz.

Beat-up old Stetsons, beehive hair, belt buckles in time.
There's little girls dancin' on their daddies' toes, spinnin' on a dime.
and Grandpa are out on the floor, dancin' like they've lost their minds.
There's old maids and bachelors and alike, all movin' in three-quarter time.

There's like listenin' to the fiddles play
While doin' the waltz.
There's nothin' to you from driftin' away,
Just the cornmeal waltz.