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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Conley held his hand up, no one made a
And he Bill his old archtop and stepped into the crowd
Billy it soft, Billy played it sad
Then he 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 play it low
He could make it cry, he could it moan
He knows push comes to shove
The in the pickin