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

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

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

on the edge of the city limit line
This is where the boundary finally
And I swear that we're the last living in a populated ghost town
All the billboards are our friends
Which way did our last go and can we
Get out if we go now?
It seems that the malls and the mega-church 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 shouts to the
Have mercy on boy he did it all by the book
But still 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 much but I feels good to touch
And I think that I could dance if I tried your radio on