Luyện nghe bài hát Morton (song For Tex)

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