Luyện nghe bài hát Morton (song For Tex)

(Thomas)
He stopped to change a out near Warnambool,
His Chevy it was all the road.
He pulled into sometime in the early afternoon,
More than a normal travelling salesman, the his only load.
And we all there waitin', in the Colac hall,
Our little a-swinging 'neath the chairs,
But I just a butter menthol and never once looked at the girls,
Would the 'Cat Come Back' like last time? I into despair.
But a go, let's catch the show and lay your money down,
Cause back in town.
And I still hear the way he his old guitar,
And I still hear the way he those songs.
And I still hear his so crisp and clear above the crowd,
Do I remember? Am I
Somehow it all seems so strong.
And could he a whip?
You bet he could (don't you me laugh!)
And could he tell a joke? He make you cry.
And could he hypnotise and do a dance and a yarn?
You name it, he could do it the winkin' of an eye!
But here's a go, let's catch the show and lay money down,
Morton's back in town.
Ain't it funny how time passes, how the just slip away.
And the memories we they play their games.
And now it's me who's guitars,
Now it's me who's round,
But I get the feeling that it isn't quite the same...
For it was never this easy,
It was never quite hard.
But it never much sense to theorise,
When the show down you'd pack your things,
soon be on your way.
you see him, now you don't,
He'd be gone your very eyes.
But here's a go, let's the show and lay your money down,
Cause back in town.
the U.S.A. to Canada,
He the roving clown,
back in town.
From Dunedin to and on to Darling Downs.
Hey, Morton,
The Morton, Tex Morton!
back in town.