Luyện nghe bài hát Townes' Blues

You're clean as a widow washboard, son
Stick it in the
Put the mountains to your back, the plains on your grille
Time to take a little

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

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

Salina in the headlights, snake eyes on the
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 Texas
Townes is in the back lounge, got his full of fives
He says, "It's a little bit long, but I'm this ride"

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

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

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