Luyện nghe bài hát Bootlegger King

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

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

That old spring city fally knew what all it carried
But they when she unloaded by the banks
Two rusty roared out of there brakin' scrapin' jammin' gears
Disguised to like gasoline tanks
He the ways of opperate runnin' Highway 58
Right on into Tennessee
To make the turn his back and face that old green pole and jack
And swap the load at Dixie Lee

That bootlegger king's fingers flashed with diamond
And the lawman never knew quite to wait
But knew it for the truth for a load of hundred proof
He would flash his old handled 38

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

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