Luyện nghe bài hát Dry County Blues

one traffic in front of the high school
kids in the lot fixing to lie to
an old worn-out deputy, even carry a gun

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

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

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

good Christian women locking their front doors
praying daughters don't turn into meth whores
their sons are out drinkin' and drivin' and trying to get laid

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