Luyện nghe bài hát Owe Them More Than That

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

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

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

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

Waylon was the of our time
Not afraid to lay it on the
He went the grain
And he always his mind
Waylon was the outlaw of our

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

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

Yeah, we do