Luyện nghe bài hát 60 Acres

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's in the city limits and zoned
City and a sewer line
the base expanding, consolidation
It's worth a fortune and it been mine

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