Luyện nghe bài hát Tennessee Flat-Top Box

In a little cabaret in a Texas border town,
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came miles around.
And all the girls from to Austin,
Were slipping away from home and putting 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 never cared to a dime.
But give him his guitar, and he'd be all the time.
And all the girls nine to ninety,
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and him: "Don't stop."
And and fascinated,
By the dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.

And he play,

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

And he play