Luyện nghe bài hát The Son of Clayton Delaney

On Fourth in Louisville in 1978
Stranded in a honky-tonk, somewhere dates
There was a little playin' as I sipped my beer
But I never thought I'd hear what I'd hear

There was a young man pickin' electric
Smokin' and a snippin', an' a how to be a star
He had a big blue tied around his head
A laid-back bass and a drummer Red

Well, his hair was cut in the fashion of the time
Sandpaper vocal but he milked every
His fingers like lightnin' on the guitar that he
He did lay Sally 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 rockin' wildwood
And I got that feelin' that I had been before
But I knew I had never been that door

Well, the jukebox was turned on and the band took a
I made my way up front to 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 there for a moment
he laughed and he slapped his knee
He said, "You are one man wanted to see"
He said, "I you, you story-tellin' son of a gun"
And you know me I'm Delaneys son