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 a little spin

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

You're clean as a widow 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 another twenty and heads for the door
Springer's feeling lucky, sits down for a
Oklahoma City and he's lost his 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 fist full of
He says, "It's a little bit long, but I'm enjoying ride"

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

Remember you're not the one
the tunes
That's making those diamonds

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