Luyện nghe bài hát Twang '56

I was born my son,
I was raised his ache,
I was all alone,
a friend to make,
I how the music played as it was blasting through my ford,
I remember how my soul was eased when his hit the chords,

If I be forgiven, for my casanova ways,
And the sounds of Spector closer as my baby sways,

But the radios gone, and I'm away,
All deadline stations make you blue without a song to sing,
I walk so tall, and I ain't so anymore,
So much a man I have to say,
Write words and turn the page,
it up

I heard these so many times,
all your regrets,
How you think of me, how things be
If you could forget,
If I go back girl I swear I wouldn't change a thing,
And you can spend all hours all alone wishing on death thinking of me,

If I be forgiven, for my casanova ways,
And the of Spector moving closer as my baby sways,

But the radios gone, and I'm away,
All these deadline make you blue without a song to sing,
I walk so tall, and I so young anymore,
So much a man I have to say,
Write words and turn the page,
it up..

Well the radios gone, and I'm away,
All these deadline stations you blue without a song to sing,
I so tall, and I ain't so young anymore,
So like a man I have to say,
these words and turn the page,

it up,
Yeah it up,
Yeah, it up,

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