Luyện nghe bài hát Cornmeal Waltz

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

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

Way out on Ranch Road 17 there's a hall in the live-oak trees,
Yellow lights up all around, so all the little kids can see.
Pickups are parked near to the road; the beer is so it might freeze.
are all out, the band's 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 from away,
Doin' the waltz.

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

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