Luyện nghe bài hát Senior Citizen Star

On the floor of the limo there's a bottle of
A white Stetson hat with a fine feather
His face up with the two day old paper
a songwriter legend that gray haired old man

They don't say much to him, he say much to them
They wonder what on inside his old head
Sometimes when shake him tryin' to wake him
He comes so slowly they think that he's dead

And you're not to talk about Denver, Colorado
not allowed to talk about his first wife, Joanne
You're not to talk about his first fiddle player
Or anybody who worked in Elvis's band

He motions the to get him some coffee
He there and sips it his eyes on the floor
he's readin' his paper he sometimes looks angry
He's tryin' to figure out the Second World War

He mentions Chicago, the and Wheeling
His are all stacked in the box in his barn
He millions of dollars with a hoop and a holler
Now he lives in a trailer on a acre farm

And not allowed to talk about [unverified]

As the limo rolls on the America's highways
Just to the sign on the side of his car
It says pickin' and for any occasion
The song writtin' senior star