Luyện nghe bài hát Townes' Blues

You're as a widow woman's washboard, son
Stick it in the
Put the mountains to your back, the great plains on your
Time to take a spin

And Boulder like the kind of town
That I spend some time
But in Houston they got our in lights

You're clean as a widow washboard, son
The is yours tonight
Townes is in the back lounge, got his hands in his
out two dice, says, "Let's get at it"

Salina in the headlights, eyes on the floor
Al drops another and Pete heads for the door
Springer's feeling lucky, down for a spell
Oklahoma and he's lost his last bill

Jeff is in a bind, waiting on Hicks
Seven comes a calling, as we cross on into
Townes is in the lounge, got his fist full of fives
He says, "It's a bit long, but I'm enjoying this ride"

Be careful the dice, when you're surrounded by others
boxcars in their eyes
Never count winnings at hour twenty three
Of a twenty four drive

Remember that not the one
the tunes
That's making diamonds dance

Or you'll be clean as a woman's washboard, son
And are the facts
Townes is in the back lounge, cursing at them
He says, "Ain't this fool heard of Raton?"