Luyện nghe bài hát Tennessee Flat-Top Box

In a little in a South Texas border town,
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people from miles around.
And all the girls from to Austin,
Were slipping 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 never cared to 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 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 like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town.
But all the girls still dreamed him.
And hung around the until the doors were locked.
And one day on the Hit Parade,
Was a little boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.

And he would