Luyện nghe bài hát Townes' Blues

You're clean as a woman's washboard, son
it in the wind
Put the mountains to your back, the plains on your grille
Time to take a spin

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

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

Salina in the headlights, snake on the floor
Al another twenty and Pete heads for the door
Springer's feeling lucky, sits for a spell
Oklahoma City and he's lost his bill

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

Be careful with the dice, when surrounded by others
boxcars in their eyes
Never count your winnings at hour twenty
Of a twenty four hour

that you're not the one
Calling the
That's those diamonds dance

Or be clean as a widow woman's washboard, son
And those are the
Townes is in the lounge, cursing at them bones
He says, "Ain't fool ever heard of Raton?"