Luyện nghe bài hát Townes' Blues

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

And looks like the kind of town
That I could spend some
But in Houston they got our name in

clean as a widow woman's washboard, son
The slab is 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 twenty and Pete heads for the door
feeling lucky, sits down for a spell
Oklahoma City and he's his last bill

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

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

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

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