Luyện nghe bài hát The Son of Clayton Delaney

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

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

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

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

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

While he stood for a moment
he laughed and he slapped his knee
He said, "You are one man I've to see"
He said, "I know you, you son of a gun"
And you know me I'm Delaneys son