Luyện nghe bài hát Tennessee Flat-Top Box

In a little cabaret in a South border town,
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people from miles around.
And all the girls there to Austin,
Were away from home and putting jewelery in hock.
To the trip, to go and listen,
To the dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.

And he play,

Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he cared to make a dime.
But give him his guitar, and be happy all the time.
And all the girls nine to ninety,
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging "Don't stop."
And and fascinated,
By the little dark-haired boy who played the flat top box.

And he play,

one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round,
He'd vanished like the breeze, they him in the little town.
But all the girls dreamed about him.
And hung around the cabaret the doors were locked.
And one day on the Hit Parade,
Was a dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.

And he would