Luyện nghe bài hát Tennessee Saturday Night

Now listen while I tell you 'bout a place I
Down in Tennessee where the tall grows
Hidden the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little and seldom shines

people live there alright
But they all go native on Saturday

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

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

When really get together there's a lot of fun
They all know the fella packs a gun
Everybody his best and acts just right
it's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight

They struggle and they shuffle till the daylight
Yes, they all go on Saturday night

Well, now you've my story 'bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the corn grows
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 on Saturday night