Luyện nghe bài hát Owe Them More Than That

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

was an oil rigger's son
He felt every word he ever
And it came to singin', Lord
He showed how its done
Old was an oil rigger's son

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

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

Waylon was the of our time
Not to lay it on the line
He against the grain
And he spoke his mind
Waylon was the of our time

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

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

Yeah, we do