Luyện nghe bài hát Cornmeal Waltz

There's like cornmeal on a dance-hall floor for dancin' the night away,
and slidin', effortlessly glidin' in the arms of my sweet Lillie Mae,
So I shined up my and ironed my shirt, and pulled 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 nothin' listenin' to the fiddles play
While doin' the waltz.
There's to keep you from driftin' away,
Doin' the waltz.

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

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

Beat-up old Stetsons, hair, belt buckles bumpin' in time.
There's little girls on their daddies' toes, spinnin' around on a dime.
and Grandpa are out on the floor, dancin' like 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
doin' the cornmeal waltz.
There's nothin' to keep you from away,
Just doin' the waltz.