Luyện nghe bài hát Nashville

In the year of three mama finished feedin' me
And quickly rushed off to her job at Backmill
But at fourth on Monroe's street a faillin' hearts stopped at willin'
And mama up the breath of life in the town of Nashville
Daddy was in the county jail so my sister Nell
Took a job at a tavern that some called the Trashmill
And when the welfare offered help and smiled at me
No but we'll get by in this town of Nashville
As a kid I went to hurt stood high on a tavern stool
A listenin' to the on the jukebox at the Trashmill
And that in them sad old songs settled deep in a poor boy's bones
And I vowed I'll someday pick and sing in
So my older Nell like a true blue southern bell
Bought me a handed guitar from the Nashville goodwill
would smile and bells would ring when I touched those shiny strings
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 good Lord knows the way I
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