Luyện nghe bài hát Lucille

Well, was a woman and I was a boy
And it was obvious that she wanted
a man her age could give her
And was me
I was wild as a summer
Blowin' town no direction at all
I was wilder than even she believe
I had Jet 428
In a '65
And it ran
Take it on out to where gravel 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 was good
Well, was fifty and I was nineteen
And you know it bothered me
Not even when called out in the bar
I'd get tough and I'd some heads
Lucille would laugh when the got there
We'd out the back and take off in my car
I had a Jet 428
In a '65
And it ran
it on out to where that gravel turns to road
it on up to 110
Tires in and out of the bends
And hanging 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 back it was as new
I started it up and I off down the highway
I drove on up to Randolph
There's an old folk's home there the lights
And Lucille 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 bowl hurricane
And Cobra Jet 428
And that '65 Ford it ran great
Took it on out to where gravel turns to road
it on up to 110
Tires in and out of the bend
And Lucille hanging on as tight as she could
And it was
But it was good