Luyện nghe bài hát Nashville

In the year of forty three mama feedin' me
And quickly rushed off to her job at Woorden's
But at fourth on Monroe's street a faillin' hearts at willin' feet
And gave up the breath of life in the town of Nashville
was in the county jail so my older sister Nell
Took a job at a tavern that folks called the Trashmill
And when the welfare agency offered help and at me
No thanks but we'll get by in town of Nashville
As a kid I went to school stood high on a tavern stool
A listenin' to the songs on the jukebox at the
And that hurtin' in them sad old songs settled deep in a poor boy's
And I vowed I'll someday pick and in Nashville
So my older sister Nell like a true blue southern
me a second handed guitar from the Nashville goodwill
Heaven would smile and bells would ring when I touched those shiny
And I was the richest poor boy in the town of
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There's a down in my bones yes it's my time to go on
And I'm sure the Lord knows the way I feel
So they're me a star I can't forget about that first guitar
And a who helped me to make it big in this town of Nashville