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 great plains on your
Time to a little spin

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

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

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

is in a bind, waiting on sister 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 enjoying ride"

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

Remember you're not the one
Calling the
making those diamonds dance

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