Luyện nghe bài hát Sure Hit Songwriter's Pen

Now I was hangin' Nashville writin' songs and playin' 'em for all of the stars
Watchin' 'em laugh and hand 'em back livin' on and Hershey bars
So I pawned my guitar and bought a ticket home and I's headin' for the bus
When I an old fountain pen laying in the gutter so I stopped and picked it up
It was worn-out bent and aside you know kinda sorta like myself
So I sat down on the curb and wrote a little
That the world how both of us felt
Then I run that song to Music Row and before I had time to spit
It's pitched and sold and cut for a
And moving up the charts and it's a hit
So I wrote me another winner then I me a smash again
And I's a flyin' off the ground cause I I'd found me a sure hit songwriter's pen
So the songs they just kept a'pourin' out and the money pouring in
I just miss all it took was a twist of my sure hit songwriter's pen
Remember when I won the Grammy I won it again and again
none of you knew that it was all due to my sure hit songwriter's pen
I was darling with all the ladies I was a among the men...
Making big dough working rodeos and TV me and my sure hit songwriter's pen
But then one night in I was just coming off of the stage
Folks all lined up and did crawl for my autograph I was a national rage
One little freckled face girl was there she I got no pencil sir
So I signed it with my songwriter's pen and then handed the pen to her
Four o'clock that morning I wake up with the and the bends
With terror in my eyes cause God I realized I'd lost my sure hit songwriter's pen
I offered rewards in the I pleaded on the Sympathy Line
And a lotta folks and a whole lotta pens but none of them pen's was mine
So my songs got worse and my ran out and so did all my so-called friends
And there was no doubt I was nothing without my long-lost hit songwriter's pen
So I rolled a stone down old Skid Row where I feed my blues on wine
And I my chops in a two-bit flop and I tell my story for a drink or a dime
And I sleep with my shoes underneath my head and I dream about days back
When I blazed my name across the sky with my sure hit pen
Somewhere in Wichita some little who's a freckled face nine or ten
Is doing her arithmetic homework tonight a sure hit songwriter's pen
God ya honey you got yourself my sure hit songwriter's pen