Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Conley and Billy

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

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

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

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

Sometimes after midnight, Billy drives through New
Straight to the French Quarter, 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 Billy across the room
Opened his case and a tune
The whole was silent and the lights 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 could make it cry, he make it moan
He knows when push comes to
The proofs in the

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

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

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 proofs in the