Luyện nghe bài hát Homecoming

I guess, I written, Dad
To let you know that I was comin'
I've been gone so years
I realize you had a phone

I saw your cattle in
Boy, looking mighty fat and slick
I saw Fred at the station
Told me that his wife is awful

You my record on the radio
Oh, well just another song
But got a hit recorded
And it'll be out on the market 'fore too

I got ring in Mexico
An' no, it didn't me quite a bunch
When in the business that I'm in
The people it puttin' up a front

I know, I've lost a weight
I guess, I am kind of pale
If you didn't me better, Dad
think that I'd just gotten out of jail

No, we don't ever call them beer
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 when passed away
I was on the and when they came
And told me it was just too

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

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

We worked in San Antone night
She didn't even the time to dress
She drove me from Nashville
And to tell the truth I guess she the rest

Well, Dad, I gotta go, we got a
To work in tonight
Let me your number down, I'll call you
And I promise you I'll

Now you be good and don't be
All those pretty that you know
And by the way if you see Barbara
Tell her that I said