Luyện nghe bài hát Lucille

Well, Lucille was a and I was a boy
And it was obvious that she more
Than a man her age give her
And was me
I was wild as a squall
through town no direction at all
I was wilder than she could believe
I had Jet 428
In a '65
And it ran
it on out to where that gravel turns to road
it on up to 110
Tires screaming in and out of the
And Lucille hanging on as tight as she could
And it was
But it sure was
Well, was fifty and I was nineteen
And you know it bothered me
Not even when called out in the bar
I'd get and I'd bust some heads
would laugh when the cops got there
We'd sneak out the back and 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 I turned forty-five
I woke up
Well, out in the
My wife had that old car up for me
She'd had it in the garage for a or two
And when I got it it was good as new
I started it up and I took off the highway
I on up to Randolph Heights
There's an old folk's home there past the
And sitting out there in the shade
I wheeled her to the passenger door
I picked her up and put her in car
And we took off like a dust bowl
And that Jet 428
And '65 Ford well it ran great
it on out to where that gravel turns to road
it on up to 110
Tires in and out of the bend
And Lucille hanging on just as as she could
And it was
But it sure was