Luyện nghe bài hát On Your Way Down

I've seen the lights of Memphis
And the Hotel
And a street lamp I met a Southern belle
Well she took me to the river, where she her spell
And in Southern moonlight, she sang a song so well

If be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk down in dixieland
in dixieland

Well we made all the hot spots. My money flowed wine
Then that low down Southern whiskey to fog my mind
And I remember church bells or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and of the house at the edge of town
But boy do I the strain of her refrain
The nights we spent together, and the way she called my

If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee
And we can walk together down in
in dixieland

Well it's been a year she ran away
Yes that guitar player sure could
She always to sing along
She's handy with a song
one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender who he knew her well
And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a
And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sign

If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in
Down in