Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Conley and Billy

Screamin whitewall and a guitar by his side
Billys got the as he rolls on through the night
Some were born to listen, some were born to
He was lightning on the highstrings and thunder on the

He could it high, he could play it low
He could make it cry, he make it moan
He knows when comes to shove
The proofs in the

In a smoky little just off of Bourbon Street
Tobacco stained fingers waited on the beat
Conley was the master, the king
Hed ruled the town for thirty years with an of six strings

He could it high, he could play it low
He could make it cry, he make it moan
He knows when push to shove
The proofs in the

Sometimes after midnight, Billy drives New Orleans
to the French Quarter, theres a man he has to see
The music is a raging like a city thats on
Billy felt just an altar boy at the feet of a higher power

Conley watched as walked across the room
Opened his case and a tune
The whole club was silent and the lights turned down low
Billy stepped up on the stage and whispered, Go, son, go

He could play it high, he could it low
He could make it cry, he could make it
He knows when push comes to
The proofs in the

Conley held his hand up, no one made a
And he handed his old archtop and stepped into the crowd
Billy it soft, Billy played it sad
he made it talk and in came the band

Soon the was shaking
Billys wall of sound
And a block off Bourbon Street
A new been crowned

He could play it high, he play it low
He could it cry, he could make it moan
He knows when push to shove
The in the pickin