Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Conley and Billy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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