Luyện nghe bài hát The Son of Clayton Delaney

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

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

Well, I sat there and listened for an hour
And the closest thing to country was a wildwood flower
And I got that feelin' that I had been there
But I knew I had never been that door

Well, the was turned 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 seemed to me I had seen that smile

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