Luyện nghe bài hát Homecoming

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

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

You heard my record on the
Oh, well it's just song
But I've got a hit
And it'll be out on the market 'fore too

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

I know, I've a little weight
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 where I work
You meet a lot of there, but no
There much chance of gettin' hurt

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

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

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

We worked in San Antone last
She didn't have the time to dress
She drove me from Nashville
And to the truth 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 you I'll write

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