Luyện nghe bài hát Homecoming

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

I saw cattle coming in
Boy, they're looking mighty fat and
I saw Fred at the service
Told me that his wife is sick

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

I got this ring in
No, it didn't cost me quite a
When in the business that I'm in
The call it puttin' up a front

I know lost a little weight
An' I I am looking kind of pale
If you didn't me better, Dad
You'd think I'd just gotten out of jail

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

I'm that I couldn't be here with you all
When passed away
I was on the road and when 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 better than you here alone

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

We worked in San last night
She didn't even have the to dress
She drove me from Nashville
And to the truth I guess she needs the rest

Well, Dad, I go
We got a dance to work in Cartersville
Let me take your down
I'll call you and I you I'll write

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