Luyện nghe bài hát Sure Hit Songwriter's Pen

Now I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs and playin' 'em for all of the
'em laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey bars
So I pawned my and bought a ticket home and I's headin' for the Trailway bus
When I seen an old fountain pen laying in the so I stopped and picked it up
It was worn-out bent and cast aside you know kinda sorta myself
So I sat on the curb and wrote a little song
That told the world how of us felt
Then I run song down to Music Row and before I had time to spit
pitched and sold and cut for a record
And moving up the and damn it's a hit
So I wrote me winner then I wrote me a smash again
And I's a flyin' off the ground I knew I'd found me a sure hit songwriter's pen
So the songs they kept a'pourin' out and the money kept pouring in
I just couldn't miss all it was a twist of my sure hit songwriter's pen
Remember when I won the then I won it again and again
Well none of you that it was all due to my sure hit songwriter's pen
I was darling with all the ladies I was a hero the men...
Making big working rodeos and TV shows me and my sure hit songwriter's pen
But one night in Wichita I was just coming off of the stage
Folks all lined up and did crawl for my Lord I was a national rage
One little freckled face was there she said I got no pencil sir
So I signed it with my songwriter's pen and then the pen back to her
o'clock that morning I wake up with the shakes and the bends
With in my eyes cause good God I realized I'd lost my sure hit songwriter's pen
I offered rewards in the papers I pleaded on the Sympathy
And a lotta folks and a whole lotta pens but none of them pen's was mine
So my songs got and my money ran out and so did all my so-called friends
And there was no doubt I was without my long-lost sure hit songwriter's pen
So I rolled like a stone old Skid Row where I feed my blues on wine
And I rest my chops in a two-bit flop and I tell my for a drink or a dime
And I sleep with my shoes underneath my and I dream about days back then
When I blazed my name across the sky with my sure hit pen
Somewhere in Wichita little girl who's a freckled face nine or ten
Is doing her arithmetic homework tonight with a sure hit pen
God bless ya honey you got yourself my hit songwriter's pen