Luyện nghe bài hát The Bluegrass Widow

Its been five years come this autumn, she well the day
The day the fever got him, and him far away
Far away from always that the love they shared was true
Far the fiddlers bowing, the grass forever blue

It was in the dead of winter when her man first the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing Cabin on the
the springtime he was groaning The good times are past and gone
By the she was moaning Old lover please come home

Now she stands out in the midnight in the all aglow
She prays to Carter Stanley Wont you tell Bill Monroe
Rather be in some dark hollow or some dark deep grove
Than to be a bluegrass

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I started listening to bluegrass music in Bryan Duckworths rust red Ford Maverick.
Had an eight track tape deck and an eight tape of Bill Monroes Greatest Hits.
We used to skip second period chemistry and go over to the Shamrock station across the street from the high school and get a case of Pride beer.
Charge it on my dads credit card and get em to write it up as oil so dad never the difference.
wed ride around and drink Texas Pride, listen to Bill Monroe.
Soon we got to be experts.
And wed stop in Shamrock station and get another Texas Pride case,
drink that and listen to the Stanley Brothers and then wed go get a tape of Jim and Jesse and it was on to the Kentucky Colonels and Mack Wiseman and the New Grass Revival, Peter Rowan, and finally I got the idea one day to take all the greatest bluegrass song titles in the world and string em together to make this song right here,
The Bluegrass Widow. Quite possibly the worst song ever written.

I did this in tribute to the Front Porch Boys, which was a band I was in in College Station, Texas.
We were a little four piece band, we played weddings and parties and out on the porch and beer joints and one weekend on a of cheap amphetamines, we decided to go to Crockett, Texas.
We entered the International Bluegrass Band Competition and took place.
We could play faster than in the competition.
The other two bands first and third, respectively.
I met some friends and off into the night separated from the Front Porch Boys and met back up with them in the cold, gray light of dawn, as the bluegrass songs say.
They were standing underneath a giant pine tree there in Crockett singing the rudest, most grotesque, nastiest songs youve ever heard in your life.
Im talking about the kind of song not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but hes been dismembered as well.
And the Front Boys stopped and looked up at me just long enough to say, Were taking bluegrass music where its never been before.
And were not taking you with us cuz you dont have that high and lonesome sound that bluegrass requires. Well, Im not one to fight failure.
I up my stuff and left.
The Front Boys broke up three days later when they realized I owned the PA system.

Will you miss me when Im were his final words to her
think of what youve done, then replied his Knoxville girl
And the had started turning when his mind began to fail
Then he broke down in a breakdown, now she wears a long veil.

And she stands out in the midnight in the all aglow
She prays to Carter Stanley you please tell Bill Monroe
Rather be in dark hollow or some dark deep shady grove
Than to be a widow

And she out in the midnight in the moonlight all aglow
She prays to Carter Wont you please tell Bill Monroe
Rather be in some dark hollow or some deep shady grove
Than to be a widow