Luyện nghe bài hát Tennessee Flat-Top Box

In a cabaret in a South Texas border town,
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people from miles around.
And all the from there to Austin,
Were slipping away from home and putting in hock.
To the trip, to go and listen,
To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee 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 he'd be all the time.
And all the girls nine to ninety,
Were snapping fingers, toes, and begging 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, they forgot him in the town.
But all the girls still about him.
And hung around the cabaret until the doors locked.
And one day on the Hit Parade,
Was a little dark-haired boy who played the flat top box.

And he play