Luyện nghe bài hát The Son of Clayton Delaney

On Street in Louisville 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 hear what I'd

There was a young man pickin' electric
Smokin' and a snippin', an' a how to be a star
He had a big bandanna tied 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 every
His fingers like on the guitar that he played
He did lay down Sally and Hank didn't do it way

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

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

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