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

Picture they of you in your cowboy hat
Makes you look you are one of the boys
Out on a Saturday night, meanwhile on the of the dance hall
I'm a joke you'd probably enjoy
On the outside of all the building look big
And the white picket fences all dare to around the lawn
And hold their 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 I've got a worried mind I know
I hear the ghost of Cline
On the Old Opry Show

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

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