Luyện nghe bài hát Tennessee Saturday Night

Now listen while I tell you a place I know
Down in where the tall corn grows
Hidden from the in a bunch of pines
Where the a little bashful and seldom shines

Civilized people live there
But they all go native on night

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

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

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

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

Well, now heard my story 'bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee the tall corn grows
Hidden from the world in a of pines
Where the moon's a little bashful and seldom

Civilized people live alright
But they all go native on Saturday