Luyện nghe bài hát I Used to Be a Country Singer

I was sittin' in my room, strummin' my old guitar
Not much to do when far away, playin' some smokey bar
I was feelin' a little empty and feelin' a blue
When the came in and asked me if she could do my room
I put down my old guitar and she me a smile
She had a crusty and a drinker's look, but she had a friendly style
She dusted my room and my bed and she talked of days gone by
She of when she wooed the men; a tear came to her eye

And she
I used to be a singer
I could sing a patsy cline
My husband he could yodel like wilf
Kitty was a real good friend of mine

She me that her husband died and her son was overseas
I tell by her eyes and her broken smile she was lonely just like me
She me if I'd listen to a tape of when she was young
She said I can't sing now I forgot the words and my voice is gone

And she
I used to be a singer
I could sing a mean cline
My husband he could like wilf carter
Kitty wells was a real good of mine

Oh I cried inside but I couldn't if it was for her or for me
So I grabbed my axe and we a song in two part harmony
Ever since that day when I'm feelin' down and I can't find a happy
I just think if that maid and the feeling she gave, she came to clean my room

And she
I used to be a country
I could sing a mean cline
My husband he yodel like wilf carter
Kitty wells was a real good of mine

And she
I used to be a country
I sing a mean patsy cline
My husband he could yodel like carter
Kitty wells was a real friend of mine
Kitty was a real good friend of mine