Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe and Big Bill

They got a dance floor the size of
They got a band seven a week
And if you don't up before the sun goes down
You ain't gonna a seat

They got some grown up Texas
They're there to their papas proud
They their music, country
And like their country loud

Well, every Saturday night before turn down the lights
And the band starts hot
They start dancin' on the tables, on the ceilin'
in the parking lot

You start feelin' it flow from head to your toe
You sure are glad come

Down to Little Joe and Big
Dance hall and sugar hill, barbecue

When it to southern cookin'
They know it's all about
They got some barbecue ribs and red and rice
your tongue snap your eyeballs out

And you don't wanna no trouble
Buddy 'less willin' to die
'Cause Big Bill will stomp a mud in you
And Little Joe walk you dry

Well, there's a cowboy's in tight blue jeans
Swingin' the swingin' doors
And there's a long tall cutie, booty
Out on the floor

Well, I it's time to get in line
'Cause the house is to hum

at Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance hall and sugar hill, emporium

Well, every Saturday when they turn up the light
When it's about time to close
The fiddlin' man the bow in his hand
And start rockin' San Antonia

you're walkin' out
There ain't no that you sure had a whole lot of fun

Down at Joe and Big Bill's
Dance and sugar hill, barbecue emporium
Down to Little Joe and Big
Dance and sugar hill, barbecue emporium