Luyện nghe bài hát Cornmeal Waltz

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

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

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

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

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

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