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 hall
I'm a that you'd probably enjoy
On the outside of Memphis all the building 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 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 of Patsy Cline
On the Grand Old Show

Living on the edge of the city limit
This is where the boundary ends
And I swear that we're the last living souls in a populated ghost
All the billboards are our best
Which way did our last 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 knew just how the radio on

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