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 there to Austin,
Were slipping away from home and jewelery in hock.
To the trip, to go and listen,
To the little dark-haired boy who the Tennessee flat top box.

And he play,

Well, he couldn't or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime.
But give him his guitar, and be happy all the time.
And all the girls from to ninety,
Were fingers, tapping toes, and begging him: "Don't stop."
And and fascinated,
By the little dark-haired boy who played the flat top box.

And he play,

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

And he play