Luyện nghe bài hát The Ride

Well I was thumbin' from Montgomery had my guitar on my
a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac
Now he was like 1950, half drunk and hollow-eyed
Said, "It's a walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son?"

Well I sat down in the front and turned on the radio
And them sad old comin' out of them
Speakers was solid gold
I noticed the stranger was
Ghost-white pale when he me for a light
And I knew there was something strange about ride

He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you and sing?
Have you your dues, can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them, strings?"
He said, "Boy can you make folks what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, a long, hard ride"

he cried just south of Nashville and he turned that car around
He said, "This is where you get off boy I'm back to Alabam"
As I stepped out of that I said, "Mr., many thanks"
He said, "You don't have to me Mr., Mr.
The whole world called me

He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and
you paid your dues, can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them, strings?"
He said, "Boy can you make feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, ride"

He said, "Drifter can ya folks cry when you play and sing?
you paid your dues, can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them, strings?"
He said, "Boy can you folks feel what you feel inside?
'Cause if you're big star let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride"
If you're big star bound let me ya it's a long, hard ride