Luyện nghe bài hát The Refrain Of John Dillon James

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Oh, John Dillon James was my good time country
Well, we hunted, talked and fished his last days
He was just a hired farm hand, old man Walker's land
Retired on his birthday
Yeah, he a size sixteen shoe, had skin like alligator
Lord, he could pick up a deer and walk right out of woods
Old had a million tales but he sung me one refrain
And I recall that song by John Dillon

One July morning I met him at the fishing hole
But old Dillon wasn't toting his pint of tin hide
His roll own tobacco string was a-hanging from his pocket
His eyes were red as beets, looked he cried
And I know he sat on knees cause his were muddy
But my ten year old didn't understand
He sat down on the bank and this four line refrain
And I that song by John Dillon James

Well, I got my for the ride in the sky
I've been talking to the man, I'm fly
Paid the price on my knees
A voice from heaven me
I got my for the ride in the sky

Well, it was one year to the day on a July Monday
I waited at the fishing but old Dillon, he didn't show
Daddy came down about noon, and
Son, I've got news
Lord's rested old soul
Yeah, and I up to his bedside
Looked at old big Dillon
Lord that I saw a pair of wings
That tables set but I felt good, for at I understood
That refrain sung by John James