Luyện nghe bài hát Lucille

Well, was a woman and I was a boy
And it was obvious she wanted more
Than a man her age give her
And was me
I was as a summer squall
Blowin' through no direction at all
I was wilder than she could believe
I had Jet 428
In a '65
And it ran
Take it on out to where that turns to road
it on up to 110
Tires screaming in and out of the
And hanging on just as tight as she could
And it was
But it was good
Well, was fifty and I was nineteen
And you know it never me
Not even when called out in the bar
I'd get tough and I'd bust heads
Lucille laugh when the cops got there
sneak out the back and take off in my car
I had a Jet 428
In a '65
And it ran
Take it on out to that gravel turns to road
it on up to 110
Tires in and out of the bends
And Lucille on just as tight as she could
And it was
But it was good
Well, last week I forty-five
I woke up
Well, out in the
My had fixed that old car up for me
had it in the garage for a week or two
And I got it back it was good as new
I started it up and I off down the highway
I drove on up to Randolph
an old folk's home there past the lights
And Lucille sitting out in the shade
I wheeled her around to the passenger
I her up and put her in that car
And we took off a dust bowl hurricane
And that Jet 428
And '65 Ford well it ran great
Took it on out to where that gravel turns to
it on up to 110
Tires screaming in and out of the
And Lucille hanging on just as as she could
And it was
But it was good