Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Age of Radio ( A Country Song )

Picture they took of you in your hat
Makes you like you are one of the boys
Out on a Saturday night, on the outskirts of the dance hall
I'm a that you'd probably enjoy
On the outside of all the building look big
And the white picket fences all to charge around the lawn
And their heads up high when my headlights find them out
They'll be the first to put their hands in the air with my on
Singing a country song and low

Oh when I've got a mind I know
I the ghost of Patsy Cline
On the Grand Old Opry

Living on the edge of the city line
This is the boundary finally ends
And I that we're the last living souls in a populated ghost town
All the billboards are our best
Which way did our chance go and can we
Get out if we go right
It seems that with the malls and the stadiums
We would get out if we knew just how with the on

Standing in line to get my self-help signed off
On by the reverend who to the converted
Have mercy on this boy he did it all by the
But kind of has his doubts
Oh you look good in that jonquil dress
But your smile is a wooden nickel's
and I know that it ain't worth much but I feels good to
And I think that I could dance if I tried with your on