Luyện nghe bài hát Frankie's Man Johnny

Well now Frankie and Johnny were
They were true as a blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked eye
But he was her man nearly all of the

Well Johnny he packed up to leave her but he he'd be back
He said he had a pickin' to do a little farther down the track
He said "I'm your man I do you wrong"

Well Frankie curled up on the thinkin' about her man
Far away the couples were dancing to the music of his
He was Frankie's man he doin' her wrong

Then in the front door walked a redhead Johnny saw her right
She came by the bandstand to watch him while he played
He was Frankie's man but she was far

He sang every song to the redhead she smiled at him
Then he came and sat at her table the lights were low and dim
What Frankie know wouldn't hurt her none

Then the redhead up and slapped him
She him a time or two
She said "I'm Frankie's and I was checking up on you"
If her man you better treat her right

Well the moral of this story is be good but a stick
Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell to pick
He was Frankie's man and he ain't done her wrong