Luyện nghe bài hát Homecoming

I guess, I written, Dad
To let you that I was comin' home
been gone so many years
I didn't you had a phone

I saw your cattle in
Boy, they're looking mighty fat and
I saw Fred at the service
me that his wife is awful sick

You my record on the radio
Oh, well it's just song
But I've got a hit
And be out on the market 'fore too long

I got ring in Mexico
An' no, it cost me quite a bunch
When you're in the business I'm in
The people call it puttin' up a

I know, I've a little weight
I guess, I am lookin' kind of
If you know me better, Dad
You'd think I'd just gotten out of jail

No, we don't call them beer joints
Night clubs are the where I work
You meet a lot of there, but no
There ain't much of gettin' hurt

I'm sorry I couldn't be here
With you all Momma passed away
I was on the road and when they
And told me it was too late

I drove by the to see her
Boy, that really is a stone
I'm glad that and Jan are here
better than you being here alone

Well, I you's gonna ask me
Who the is that's sleepin' in the car
That's just a who works for me
And man, she plays a pretty mean

We worked in San Antone night
She even have the time to dress
She me down from Nashville
And to the truth I guess she needs the rest

Well, Dad, I go, we got a dance
To work in tonight
Let me take number down, I'll call you
And I you I'll write

Now you be good and be chasin'
All those pretty women you know
And by the way if you see Barbara
her that I said hello