Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Conley and Billy

Screamin whitewall tires and a guitar by his
Billys got the fever as he rolls on the night
were born to listen, some were born to play
He was lightning on the and thunder on the bass

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

In a smoky little tavern just off of Bourbon
Tobacco stained fingers waited on the down
was the master, the undisputed king
Hed ruled the town for thirty with an army of six strings

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

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

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

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

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

Soon the was shaking
Before Billys wall of
And just a block off Bourbon
A new kings been

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