Luyện nghe bài hát The Son of Clayton Delaney

On Fourth Street in Louisville in
Stranded in a honky-tonk, 'tween dates
There was a band playin' as I sipped my beer
But I never that I'd hear what I'd hear

was a young man pickin' electric guitar
Smokin' and a snippin', an' a learnin' how to be a
He had a big bandanna tied around his head
A laid-back bass and a named Red

Well, his was cut long in the fashion of the time
vocal but he milked every line
His fingers like lightnin' on the guitar he played
He did lay Sally and Hank didn't do it this way

Well, I sat and listened for over an hour
And the closest thing to country was a rockin' wildwood
And I got that feelin' that I had been before
But I knew I had never through that door

Well, the jukebox was on and the band took a break
I made my way up front to Howdy and
I said, "Son, I like your and I kinda like your style"
But it seemed to me that I had seen that

While he stood there for a
Then he laughed and he slapped his
He said, "You are one man I've to see"
He said, "I you, you story-tellin' son of a gun"
And you me I'm Clayton Delaneys son