Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Conley and Billy

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

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

In a little tavern just off of Bourbon Street
Tobacco stained fingers waited on the beat
was the master, the undisputed king
Hed the town for thirty 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 push comes to shove
The proofs in the

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

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

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

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

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

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