Luyện nghe bài hát Sure Hit Songwriter's Pen

Now I was round Nashville writin' songs and playin' 'em for all of the stars
Watchin' 'em laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey
So I my guitar and bought a ticket home and I's headin' for the Trailway bus
When I seen an old fountain pen in the gutter so I stopped and picked it up
It was worn-out bent and cast aside you know kinda like myself
So I sat down on the and wrote a little song
That told the world how both of us
Then I run that song down to Row and before I had time to spit
pitched and sold and cut for a record
And moving up the charts and it's a hit
So I me another winner then I wrote me a smash again
And I's a flyin' off the ground cause I knew I'd 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 took was a twist of my sure hit pen
Remember when I won the then I won it again and again
Well 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 hero the men...
Making big working rodeos and TV shows me and my sure hit songwriter's pen
But then one night in Wichita I was coming off of the stage
Folks all up and did crawl for my autograph Lord 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 handed the pen back to her
o'clock that morning I wake up with the shakes and the bends
With terror in my eyes cause good God I realized I'd lost my sure hit pen
I offered rewards in the papers I pleaded on the Sympathy
And a whole lotta folks and a whole lotta pens but 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 sure hit pen
So I rolled like a stone down old Skid Row where I feed my blues on
And I rest my chops in a two-bit and I tell my story for a drink or a dime
And I sleep my shoes underneath my head and I dream about days back then
When I blazed my name the sky with my sure hit songwriter's pen
Somewhere in Wichita some little girl who's a freckled nine or ten
Is doing her arithmetic homework tonight a sure hit songwriter's pen
God bless ya honey you got yourself my hit songwriter's pen