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 some time
But in they got our name in lights

You're clean as a woman's 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 twenty and Pete heads for the
Springer's feeling lucky, sits for a spell
Oklahoma and he's lost his last bill

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

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

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

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