Luyện nghe bài hát The Ride

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

Well I sat down in the seat and turned on the radio
And them sad old songs comin' out of
was solid country gold
Then I the stranger was
Ghost-white pale he asked me for a light
And I knew there was something strange about this

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

Then he cried just south of Nashville and he turned car around
He said, "This is where you get off boy I'm goin' to Alabam"
As I stepped out of that I said, "Mr., many thanks"
He said, "You have to call me Mr., Mr.
The whole called me Hank

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

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