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

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

Oh when got a worried mind I know
I hear the ghost of Patsy
On the Grand Old Opry

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

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