Luyện nghe bài hát Morton (song For Tex)

(Thomas)
He stopped to change a out near Warnambool,
His Chevy it was all the road.
He pulled into town sometime in the afternoon,
More than a travelling salesman, the guitar his only load.
And we were all waitin', in the Colac hall,
Our legs a-swinging 'neath the chairs,
But I just a butter menthol and never once looked at the girls,
the 'Cat Come Back' like last time? I fell into despair.
But a go, let's catch the show and lay your money down,
Cause back in town.
And I still the way he played his old guitar,
And I still hear the way he those songs.
And I still hear his voice so crisp and clear the crowd,
Do I Am I joking?
Somehow it all seems so strong.
And could he crack a
You bet he could (don't you me laugh!)
And could he a joke? He would make you cry.
And could he hypnotise and do a dance and spin a
You it, he could do it with the winkin' of an eye!
But a go, let's catch the show and lay your money down,
Morton's back in town.
Ain't it funny how time passes, how the years just away.
And the we have they play their games.
And now it's me who's guitars,
Now it's me travelling round,
But somehow I get the that it isn't quite the same...
For it was never this easy,
It was never this hard.
But it never made much to theorise,
When the show closed you'd pack your things,
soon be on your way.
you see him, now you don't,
He'd be gone your very eyes.
But here's a go, let's the show and lay your money down,
Cause Morton's in town.
the U.S.A. to Canada,
He the roving clown,
Morton's in town.
Dunedin to Germany and on to Darling Downs.
Hey, Morton,
The Morton, Tex Morton!
Morton's in town.