Luyện nghe bài hát George Strait and Alan Jackson---Murder On Music Row

(Larry Cordle)

Nobody saw them
From Avenue
never found the fingerprints
Or the weapon was used
But someone country music
Cut out its and soul
They got away murder
on music row

The dollar
And the lust for fame
Slowly tradition
And for that, shouldhang ("Ahh, you tell 'em Alan")
all say "Not Guilty!"
But the evidence show
That murder was
on music row

For the steel no longer cry
And the fiddles play
But drums and 'n' roll guitars
Are mixed up in face
Ol' Hank wouldn't a chance
On today's
Since they committed
Down on row

They no one would miss it
Once it was dead and
said no one would buy them ol'
Drinkin' and cheatin' ("Oh, but I still buy 'em")
there ain't no justice in it
And the facts are cold
Murder's been
Down on row

For the guitars no longer cry
And you can't fiddles play
drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Mixed up in your face
Why the Hag wouldn't a chance
On radio
they committed murder
Down on row

Why they tell the Possum
To pack up and go home
There's been an awful
Down on row