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
were born to listen, some were born to play
He was lightning on the highstrings and on the bass

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

In a little tavern just off of Bourbon Street
Tobacco stained waited on the down 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 push comes to shove
The in the pickin

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

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

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

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

Soon the room was
Before wall of sound
And just a block off Bourbon
A new kings crowned

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