Luyện nghe bài hát Stoney

I ran into Stoney
It was a bar
Was Richmond,
We bumming around

to suitcase
We him talking
Finding out about the things we've
In the miles we've

He had a gray
of books by Durrell
And he had this old
All beat up and she played hell

you got him started
Singing gospel songs,
Well, he drank all night for
He his stories till dawn

And he said, "Come on, get bag, boy
Sun's up now and time to roll
Hell, you know there no better time
Than early in the morning to be out walking down road

Just feeling day beginning
some fools just rushing on by
We'll be some Mr. Independence
taking our own sweet time

We on out that highway
Under a blue sky
I's listening to the he told
Drinking red wine

'Bout the night he rolled
some girl he'd done wrong
'Bout everything he think of
While we along

Yeah, ol' Stoney had a
him hard to forget
Like the we flew down the highway
(His old pickup, it wrecked)

Was a woman driving
All up and carrying on
Stoney finally calmed her
Singing those Gospel

Well, we split the at Norwood
And he shook my hand
He said, "I'll see you place, friend
But you know he has"

But we were free then
Just down the road
Never really
that highway goes

Yeah, Stoney was a
(A bullshitter)
Ain't no doubt it
It was just the way he told
And you never want to him

'Cause he you going
the road got rough
And brought you through the lean
By it up

Hey, did I tell you
The time I married my cousin up in Las
Yeah,
it again, will you?