Luyện nghe bài hát Lucille

Well, Lucille was a and I was a boy
And it was obvious that she more
a man her age could give her
And was me
I was wild as a squall
Blowin' through no direction at all
I was than even 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 Lucille hanging on just as as she could
And it was
But it sure was
Well, Lucille was fifty and I was
And you it never bothered me
Not even when called out in the bar
I'd get tough and I'd bust some
Lucille would laugh when the cops got
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 where that gravel turns to
it on up to 110
Tires in and out of the bends
And Lucille hanging on just as tight as she
And it was
But it sure was
Well, week I turned forty-five
I woke up
Well, out in the
My wife had that old car up for me
had it in the garage for a week or two
And when I got it back it was as new
I it up and I took off down the highway
I on up to Randolph Heights
There's an old home there past the lights
And Lucille sitting out there in the
I wheeled her to the passenger door
I her up and put her in that car
And we took off like a dust hurricane
And Cobra Jet 428
And that '65 Ford well it ran
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 as tight as she could
And it was
But it was good