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

Picture they took of you in your hat
Makes you look like you are one of the
Out on a night, meanwhile on the outskirts of the dance hall
I'm a joke that probably enjoy
On the outside of all the building look big
And the white picket all dare to charge around the lawn
And hold 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 song soft and low

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

Living on the edge of the limit line
is where the boundary finally ends
And I swear we're the last living souls 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 right
It that with the malls and the mega-church stadiums
We get out if we knew just how with the radio on

Standing in line to get my self-help book off
On by the who shouts to the converted
mercy 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 wooden pride
and I know it ain't worth much but I feels good to touch
And I think that I could if I tried with your radio on