Luyện nghe bài hát Dixie Chicken (Live Version)

I've seen the bright of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel
And, underneath a street lamp I met a Southern
Well, she me to the river where she cast her spell
And, in that southern moonlight she sang the so well

If you'll be my Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee Lamb
And we can walk down in Dixieland
in Dixieland

Well, we made all the hot spots - my money flowed wine
And that lowdown southern whiskey began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells or the I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of
Oh, but boy do I remember the strain of her
And the we spent together, and the way she called my name

If you'll be my Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee Lamb
And we can walk together down in
Down in

Well, it's been a since she ran away - guess that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along - she's always handy a song
Then one night in the lobby of the Hotel
I chanced to a bartender who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a
And all the there at the bar began to sing along

If you'll be my Chicken, I'll be your Tennessee Lamb
And we can walk together in Dixieland
Down in