Luyện nghe bài hát Let Your Fingers Do The Walking

Back in the days of wagons
A man had his own way
Whether to a woman
Or the U.S.A.
No telephones ringing
No angry exchanged.
I wish I was in the saddle now
on the range.

Let fingers do the walking
Call me up some
I'm under Broken Hearts
for a good time.
I can't out and touch you
You're hung up on the
I'm disconnected number now
And you're a line.

Well, I to be so happy,
When you gave 'phone.
I could call you up anywhere
For a bit of home
But now my is aching
every call
By the way you talk you'd
You never gave good at all.

Let your do the walking
Call me up time
I'm listed under Hearts
for a good time.
I can't reach out and you
You're up on the line
I'm your number now
And you're a line.