Luyện nghe bài hát Morton (song For Tex)

(Thomas)
He stopped to a tyre out near Warnambool,
His it was all over the road.
He pulled into sometime in the early afternoon,
than a normal travelling salesman, the guitar his only load.
And we all there waitin', in the Colac hall,
Our little a-swinging 'neath the chairs,
But I just sucked a butter menthol and once looked at the girls,
Would the 'Cat Come Back' like time? I fell into despair.
But here's a go, let's catch the show and lay money down,
Cause back in town.
And I still the way he played his old guitar,
And I still hear the way he sang songs.
And I still hear his voice so crisp and above the crowd,
Do I Am I joking?
it all just seems so strong.
And he crack a whip?
You bet he could (don't you me laugh!)
And could he a joke? He would make you cry.
And he hypnotise and do a dance and spin a yarn?
You name it, he do it with the winkin' of an eye!
But here's a go, let's catch the and lay your money down,
Morton's back in town.
Ain't it funny how time passes, how the years just away.
And the we have they play their games.
And now it's me who's guitars,
Now it's me travelling round,
But somehow I get the that it isn't quite the same...
For it was never this easy,
It was never quite hard.
But it never made 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 before your very eyes.
But here's a go, let's catch the and lay your money down,
Morton's back in town.
the U.S.A. to Canada,
He played the clown,
Morton's in town.
Dunedin to Germany and on to Darling Downs.
Hey, Morton,
The Morton, Tex Morton!
Morton's in town.