Luyện nghe bài hát Homecoming

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

I saw cattle comin' in
Boy, they're 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 it's another song
But I've got a hit
And it'll be out on the 'fore too long

I got this in Mexico
An' no, it didn't cost me a bunch
you're in the business that I'm in
The people call it up a front

I know, I've lost a little
I guess, I am lookin' of pale
If you know me better, Dad
You'd that I'd just gotten out of jail

No, we don't ever call them beer
Night clubs are the places where I
You a lot of people there, but no
There much chance of gettin' hurt

I'm sorry that I be here
With you all Momma passed away
I was on the road and they came
And told me it was too late

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

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

We worked in San last night
She didn't even the time to dress
She drove me down from
And to tell the truth I guess she needs the

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

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