Luyện nghe bài hát Dry County Blues

one traffic light in front of the school
in the parking lot fixing to lie to
an old worn-out deputy, don't carry a gun

there's a car full of pillbillies looking to
from one of them trailer court front porch drug
and a tired miner on a long West Virginia beer run

dry county blues, not a joint in sight
half the county's laid off, laid up or high

at the head of the holler there's a makeshift
with a rusty pool table and blackjack and
ain't nothing as long as the sheriff gets paid

there's good Christian locking their front doors
praying their daughters turn into meth whores
while sons are out drinkin' and drivin' and trying to get laid

nowhere to go, not a thing to do
so you turn a blind eye, and get by
dry blues