Luyện nghe bài hát Townes' Blues

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

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

You're clean as a widow washboard, son
The slab is 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, eyes on the floor
Al drops another twenty and Pete for the door
Springer's lucky, sits down for a spell
Oklahoma City and lost his last bill

Jeff is in a bind, waiting on sister
Seven comes a calling, as we 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 with the dice, when you're surrounded by others
With in their eyes
count your winnings at hour twenty three
Of a four hour drive

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

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