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 band playin' as I sipped my beer
But I thought that I'd hear what I'd hear

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

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

Well, I sat and listened for over an hour
And the thing to country was a rockin' wildwood flower
And I got feelin' that I had been there before
But I knew I had been 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 music and I like your style"
But it to me that I had seen that smile

he stood there for a moment
Then he laughed and he his knee
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