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 didn't you had a phone

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

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

I got this ring in
An' no, it didn't me quite a bunch
When you're in the business 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 think that I'd just out of jail

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

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

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

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

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

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

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