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 Boulder looks the kind of town
That I could some time
But in Houston got our name in lights

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

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

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

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

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

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