Luyện nghe bài hát 60 Acres

Turned off the TV, sat down to
Phone rang, we saying grace
Grandma left us sixty acres
The last of the old place

Sixty up on the cap rock
What am I to do with that
Uncle Claude got a eight tractor
Plow it under in nothing

We could plant some maize, we could plant cotton
We could some oats just to see if they'd grow
But I don't like farming, can't take the
Don't like a that goes so slow

Glory glory,
back atcha, hope that'll do ya
Don't look at me like there's something I shouldn't said
Just 'cause that old dead

Glory glory,
Wish you'll do this, that'll do ya
look at me like there's something I shouldn't have said
Just 'cause old bird's dead

Now, cousin Clifford, he got the good
on the highway out by Air Base road
Looks like a Wal-Mart to happen
I to tell you it's a pot of gold

It's in the city limits and commercial
City and a sewer line
With the base expanding,
It's worth a fortune and it oughta mine

glory, Hallelujah
Right back atcha, don't she look
Don't look at me like something growing out of my head
Just that old bird's dead