Luyện nghe bài hát Owe Them More Than That

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, we do