Luyện nghe bài hát Cornmeal Waltz

There's nothin' like cornmeal on a dance-hall floor for the night away,
and slidin', effortlessly glidin' in the arms of my sweet 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 that she's seen.

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

Way out on Ranch Road 17 there's a dance in the live-oak trees,
Yellow lights 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 band's in tune, and it smells like a breeze.

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

old Stetsons, beehive hair, belt buckles bumpin' in time.
There's little girls dancin' on their toes, spinnin' around on a dime.
Grandma and Grandpa are out on the floor, dancin' like lost their minds.
There's old maids and and sweethearts alike, all movin' in three-quarter time.

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