Luyện nghe bài hát Townes' Blues

You're clean as a woman's washboard, son
Stick it in the
Put the mountains to your back, the plains on your grille
Time to take a spin

And Boulder looks like the kind of
I could spend some time
But in Houston got our name in lights

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

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

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

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

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

Or be clean as a widow woman's washboard, son
And are the facts
Townes is in the lounge, cursing at them bones
He says, "Ain't this ever heard of Raton?"