Luyện nghe bài hát Morton (song For Tex)

(Thomas)
He stopped to a tyre 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 guitar his load.
And we were all there waitin', in the hall,
Our little legs a-swinging the chairs,
But I just a butter menthol and never once looked at the girls,
Would the 'Cat Back' like last time? I fell into despair.
But here's a go, let's catch the and lay your money down,
Cause Morton's in town.
And I hear the way he played his old guitar,
And I still hear the way he sang songs.
And I hear his voice so crisp and clear above the crowd,
Do I remember? Am I
Somehow it all just so strong.
And he crack 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 a go, let's catch the show and lay your money down,
Morton's back in town.
Ain't it funny how time passes, how the just slip away.
And the memories we have they play games.
And now it's me strumming guitars,
Now it's me travelling round,
But somehow I get the feeling it isn't quite the same...
For it was never this easy,
It was quite this hard.
But it never much sense to theorise,
When the show closed you'd pack your things,
You'd soon be on way.
you see him, now you don't,
He'd be gone before very eyes.
But here's a go, let's catch the and lay your money down,
Cause back in town.
the U.S.A. to Canada,
He played the clown,
back in town.
From Dunedin to and on to Darling Downs.
Hey, Morton,
The Morton, Tex Morton!
back in town.