Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Music Play

Put the in the stable
Load the mules on the
Set pistols on the table
leave the out in the rain

Take the that they gave you
Hide it in a jar
Nobody now can you
It matter where you are

Turn light down low
hear the four blow
bow head to pray
it ain't what you
you got one last
let the music

for dead in southern Georgia
at the hands of hapless
with your baby for ya'
You were... the dawn
you know shakin hands wil
when your mouth is dry
when that law man back in
wouldn't you in the eye

He was but a drifter
and he came to the part
disquised as luke the
talk about a heart

he rode into your town
same old indian
struck a match and burned. .

Now your and barely breathing
looking down up above
needing to believe in
one lonely truth and
and the storm is slowly
at the of the day
all the steel guitars are
I'm rollin' down that highway