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 outskirts of the dance
I'm a that you'd probably enjoy
On the outside of Memphis all the look big
And the white picket fences all dare to charge the lawn
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
Singing a country soft and low

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

Living on the of the city limit line
This is the boundary finally ends
And I swear that we're the last 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 now?
It seems that with the and the mega-church stadiums
We would get out if we just how with the radio on

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