Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Conley and Billy

Screamin tires and a guitar by his side
Billys got the fever as he on through the night
Some were born to listen, were born 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 tavern just off of Bourbon Street
Tobacco stained fingers waited on the down
Conley was the master, the undisputed
Hed ruled the for thirty years with an army of six strings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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