Luyện nghe bài hát Emma Jean's Guitar

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

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

I wonder if she played it in a small talent show
With her teased to perfection in a dress her mamma sewed
And for a inspiration she pasted on a star
Here up on the head of Emma Jean's guitar

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

I even know her if I saw her face to face
But a little bit of Emma Jean in every song I play
She passed along these and dreams cradled in my arms
And I am just a guardian of Emma guitar

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