Luyện nghe bài hát Morton (song For Tex)

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