Luyện nghe bài hát Cornmeal Waltz

There's like cornmeal on a dance-hall floor for dancin' the night away,
Slippin' and slidin', effortlessly glidin' in the 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; beat all that she's ever seen.

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

Way out on Ranch Road 17 a dance hall in the live-oak trees,
Yellow lights up all around, so all the little kids can see.
Pickups are parked near to the 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 doin' the waltz.
There's nothin' to keep you from away,
the cornmeal waltz.

Beat-up old Stetsons, beehive hair, belt buckles in time.
There's little girls dancin' on daddies' toes, spinnin' around 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 to the fiddles play
While doin' the waltz.
nothin' to keep you from driftin' away,
Just the cornmeal waltz.