Luyện nghe bài hát Tennessee Saturday Night

Now listen while I you 'bout a place I know
Down in where the tall corn grows
from the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little bashful and seldom

Civilized people there alright
But all go native on Saturday night

music is a fiddle and a crack guitar
They take the kicks from an old jar
They do the to an old square dance
The woods're full of lookin' for romance

Some bartender takes his lights out the lights
Yes, they all go native on night

When they really get together a lot of fun
all know the other fella packs a gun
Everybody does his best and acts just
'Cause gonna be a funeral if you start a fight

They struggle and they shuffle the broad daylight
Yes, they all go native on Saturday

Well, now you've heard my story 'bout a place I
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn
from the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little and seldom shines

Civilized people live there
But they all go native on night