Luyện nghe bài hát Steel Guitar Heaven

I want to go to guitar heaven
That's the resting place for me
I want to go to steel Heaven
There's a lot of swinging I been wanting to see
Like Murphy and Jimmy Day
Shake hands with Speedy and hooray
That's guitar heaven to me
I about steel guitar heaven
I'm going I die
I heard Paul been waiting
He's got something new he wants me to try
lt turns itself on and you a joke
Lights you a drink and pours you a
Paul I don't it's ready!
That's steel heaven to me

Well, folks, I think the good Lord must steel players, He's made so many of them
Matter of fact, still trying.
But the good Lord knows that the steel player's life on Earth often easy,
So He's set aside a little corner of Heaven, made, just for you.
First thing you'll notice, there's always plenty of courteous parking
And it just seem like that old triple-neck ain't near as heavy as it used to be?
Step inside, and you'll the walls are covered in real knotty pine,
And take a gander at all that luxurious hi-lo shag, continuous filament,
Nylon-pile, wall-to-wall carpeting. Our Lord green-and-gold, my personal favourite.
The tables and chairs are upholstered in genuine naugahyde, and here our Lord red, I think it's appropriate.
There's always a lot of cowboy carrying on up on the bandstand, and you're to hear some old familiar voices calling, man, look who's here, come on up and sit on in. It's C6th day again.

You get fired up in Heaven
Your union card's all
There ain't no bosses up in
I Spade Cooley didn't make the grade
Everybody's got a Story up in
Some we all well
All players go to Heaven
Some just go through
But the Good loves each and every one
When your ragtime days are done
Come up to steel Heaven with me
That's guitar Heaven to me.