Luyện nghe bài hát The Ride

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

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

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

Then he cried just 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 Cadillac I said, "Mr., many thanks"
He said, "You don't have to me Mr., Mr.
The whole world me Hank

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

He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you and sing?
Have you paid your dues, can you the blues?
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 ya, it's a long, hard ride"
If big star bound let me warn ya it's a long, hard ride