Luyện nghe bài hát Cornmeal Waltz

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

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

Way out on Ranch 17 there's a dance hall in the live-oak trees,
Yellow lights strung up all around, so all the little can see.
Pickups are parked near to the road; the is so cold it might 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 nothin' to keep you driftin' away,
Doin' the waltz.

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