Luyện nghe bài hát The Son of Clayton Delaney

On Fourth Street in in 1978
Stranded in a honky-tonk, somewhere dates
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 electric guitar
Smokin' and a snippin', an' a learnin' how to be a
He had a big blue bandanna tied around his
A bass and a drummer named Red

Well, his hair was cut long in the 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 was a rockin' 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 turned on and the band a break
I made my way up front to Howdy and
I said, "Son, I like music and I kinda like your style"
But it seemed to me that I had that smile

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