Luyện nghe bài hát Homecoming

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

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

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

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

I know, lost a little weight
I guess, I am kind of pale
If you know me better, Dad
You'd think that I'd gotten out of jail

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

I'm that I couldn't be here
With you all when 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 is a pretty stone
I'm glad Fred and Jan are here
It's than you being here alone

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

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

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

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