Luyện nghe bài hát Music Makin' Mama From Memphis

Listen to a story 'bout a gal I
She's my music makin' mama I'm her boy
She's sweeter the music when she tickles the strings
Sweeter than the flowers in new Orleans
She's my music makin' from Memphis Tennessee

play a little rhythm do the boogie up right
The polka maybe blues in the night
Everybody travels from and far
To hear her she swings it on her old guitar
My music makin' from Memphis Tennessee

You can hear her in the evening when the sun low
A singin' and a pickin' on her old
You gotta jive the words roll out of her mouth
callin' her the queen of the south
She's my piano mama from Memphis Tennessee

You gotta start when she gets in the groove
the big bass fiddle or she'll yodel the blues
She plays a down beat an off any old beat
A breakdown a and does it up neat
She's my pickin' baby from Memphis Tennessee

You can when my baby is a comin' to town
All the jive jumpin' jitterbugs gather around
They keep yellin' to my honey now let's go
My baby starts a pickin' and a pickin' low
My music makin' mama from Tennessee

She'll play a rhythm do the boogie up right
The polka maybe blues in the night
travels from near and far
To hear her when she swings it on her old
She's my music makin' from Memphis Tennessee