Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Conley and Billy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Conley held his hand up, no one made a
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
Billys wall of sound
And just a block off Street
A new kings been

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