Luyện nghe bài hát Homecoming

I guess I written, Dad
To let you know that I was coming
I've gone so many years
I didn't you had a phone

I saw your coming in
Boy, looking 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 got a hit recorded
And be out on the market 'fore too long

I got this in Mexico
No, it cost me quite a bunch
you're in the business that I'm in
The people call it up a front

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

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

I'm sorry that I couldn't be here you all
Momma passed away
I was on the road and when came and told me
It was too late

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

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

We in San Antone last night
She didn't even have the to dress
She drove me down from
And to tell the truth I guess she 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 women that you know
And by the way if you see Barbara
her that I said, "Hello"