Luyện nghe bài hát The Son of Clayton Delaney

On Fourth Street in in 1978
Stranded in a honky-tonk, somewhere 'tween
There was a little band playin' as I sipped my
But I never thought that I'd what I'd hear

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

Well, his hair was cut long in the fashion of the
Sandpaper vocal but he milked line
His fingers like lightnin' on the guitar that he
He did lay down Sally and Hank do it this way

Well, I sat there and for over an hour
And the closest to country was a rockin' wildwood flower
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 to Howdy and Shake
I said, "Son, I like your music and I kinda like style"
But it to me that I had seen that smile

he stood there for a moment
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