Luyện nghe bài hát Emma Jean's Guitar

I found it in a pawn shop in a ragged cardboard
the guns and dusty watches it looked so out of place
With a baggage sticker, yellow frayed and torn
Nashville, September '64

And you could tell by the fingerboard her painted nails long
She only needed three chords to play good ole country songs
And her name's etched in the finish like a battle scar
And this 1950 Gibson was Emma guitar

I wonder if she played it in a small town show
With her hair teased to perfection in a dress her mamma
And for a little she pasted on a star
Here up on the stock of Emma Jean's guitar

And you could tell by the fingerboard her painted nails long
She only three chords to play those good ole country songs
And her name's etched in the finish a fading battle scar
And this Gibson was Emma Jean's guitar

I wouldn't know her if I saw her face to face
But there's a little bit of Jean in every song I play
She passed along these hopes and dreams in my arms
And I am just a guardian of Emma Jean's

You could tell by the her painted nails were long
She only needed three to play those good ole country songs
And her name's etched in the finish a fading battle scar
And this 1950 Gibson was Jean's guitar