Luyện nghe bài hát 60 Acres

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

Sixty acres up on the cap
am I supposed to do with that
Uncle Claude got a eight wheeled
it under in nothing flat

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

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

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

Now, Clifford, he got the good land
Right on the highway out by Air road
like a Wal-Mart waiting to happen
I mean to tell you a pot of gold

It's in the city and zoned commercial
City water and a sewer
With the base expanding,
It's a fortune and it oughta been mine

glory, Hallelujah
Right back atcha, she look natural?
Don't look at me like there's growing out of my head
Just 'cause that old dead