Luyện nghe bài hát Nashville Casualty & Life

In faded he used to stand
by the Union Station with that ol' hat in his hand.
A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' saint.
The young called him beautiful, the old folks called him quaint.

And the station-master pointed to the
And they him for loiterin' when he was makin' memories rhyme.
Out in the falling snow he'd his song
To a too cold to listen and too white to sing along.

Just a Nashville casualty and
left him without a dime.
Ever since the good took his wife
You'll him strummin' on the corner all the time.
And most of Music City never the saw the within the song
Of a casualty and life ?? goes on.

In the sets a dusty hat and cane
And the kids found a banjo there all rusted from the rain.
I strummed a little rusty rag-time
And I for every soul out on the street.

I could almost see him in the rain
His and blinded face reflectin' all the pain
Of all the years and passin' by
And all the memories that can make a banjo cry.

Just a Nashville and life
It's a riff that's to play.
You for your livin' in the street
And you sleeps in the back of caf