Luyện nghe bài hát Stoney

I first ran Stoney
It was a bar
Was Richmond,
We were bumming

Suitcase to
We him talking
out about the things we've shared
In the miles we've

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

Until you got him
Singing gospel songs,
Well, he all night for nothing
He told his stories dawn

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

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

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

the night he rolled seven
'Bout some he'd done wrong
'Bout everything he could of
While we along

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

Was a woman driving
All drunked up and on
Stoney finally calmed her
Singing Gospel songs

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 that free then
walking down the road
Never really
Where that goes

Yeah, was a liar
(A bullshitter)
Ain't no doubt it
It was just the way he told
And you want to doubt him

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

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