Luyện nghe bài hát Owe Them More Than That

Old Hank was a drifter passing
He long enough to cry the blues
Acquainted with the
He knew the Lord too
Hank was drifter through

Lefty was an oil son
He felt word he ever sung
And when it to singin', Lord
He showed them how its
Old was an oil rigger's son

broke the ground
On the that we go down today
Like a train whistle passing their are starting to fade
There are some who sing praises, others tip their hats
But it like we owe 'em more than that

Marty painted pictures a song
El made the whole world sing along
With the story of and the cowboy in her arms
Marty painted with a song

Waylon was the outlaw of our
Not to lay it on the line
He went against the
And he always spoke his
was the outlaw of our time

They broke the
On the road we go down today
Like a train whistle passing their voices are starting to
There are some who sing their praises, others tip hats
But it seems like we owe 'em more that

There are some who sing their praises, others tip hats
But it seems like we owe 'em more that
But it like we owe 'em more than that
We all know we owe 'em more than

Yeah, we do