Luyện nghe bài hát Homecoming

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We in San Antone last night
She didn't even have the to dress
She me down from Nashville
And to tell the truth I guess she needs the

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

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