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

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

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

Living on the of the city limit line
This is where the boundary ends
And I swear that we're the last souls in a populated ghost town
All the are our best friends
Which way did our last go and can we
Get out if we go right
It seems that with the malls and the mega-church
We would get out if we knew just how with the 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 still of has his doubts
Oh you pretty good in that jonquil dress
But smile is a wooden nickel's pride
and I know that it ain't worth much but I feels good to
And I think that I dance if I tried with your radio on