Luyện nghe bài hát Nashville

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