Luyện nghe bài hát The Ride

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

I sat down in the front seat and turned on the radio
And them sad old songs out of them
Speakers was solid country
Then I noticed the was
Ghost-white pale when he asked me for a
And I there was something strange about this 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 feel what you feel
'Cause if big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride"

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

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

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