Luyện nghe bài hát Bootlegger King

Born just south of to a family both humble and poor
Never for anything at the early age of ten delivered newspapers door to door
Then he was in his teens he dreamed and scheemed for finer things
And he finally figured out what he do
To be a big time man he went and hired old Hoke and Stan
And he started holdin' booze

Soon his pockets filled with money and his fingers sported diamond rings
He had all he'd ever when they labelled him the bootlegger king
He always trusted Stan and Hoke to do as were told
They were hired to drive and not to
A smooth business man and he convinced old Hoke and Stan
That was made for selling not to drink

That old spring city fally never what all it carried
But knew when she unloaded by the banks
Two rusty rigs roared out of there brakin' scrapin' gears
Disguised to look like tanks
He knew the of opperate runnin' Highway 58
Right on into Kingston
To make the sheriff turn his and face that old green pole and jack
And swap the load at junction Lee

That king's fingers flashed with diamond rings
And the lawman never knew where to wait
But they knew it for the truth for a load of hundred
He would his old pearl handled 38

one day he met a girl the sweetest thing in all the world
He the time had come to change his life
But it hurt to go to church to find the ones that got there first
Was the same crooks he dealt with just night
The only thing that they is honor among the thieves
And he found a lot of partners on the
The choir's mouth opened wide and that old deacon's bloodshot eyes
Were focused on that bootlegger

He sat there on the mourners bench new born baby made him think
He knew he had a lot he confess
He knew enough to write a book with every of every crook
So he'd expose the whole rotten
And now he's got his conscience clear he still don't know the of beer
Though true friends are few and far
He proud of what he had to do he's heard the words that said the truth
out to get that bootlegger king
That bootlegger fingers...