Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama

your beautiful
Your fields of cerecea potatoes and

your crimson red
All around the old place I was born.

your and your valleys
Your with laughter as onward they flow

so sweet in the
Sweet ferns and wild flowers and with snow.

so to my mem'ry
You shine a light on a beautiful hill

in days of my
I and toiled at the old sorghum mill

when red leaves are
I roam through your pastures with fences of

when 'possums are
And hound are howling and wagging their tails.

your highways
All curved through the mountains where love ones do

your rod flower;
And the "Welcome home' sign hanging the gate

to me you are
My footsteps are haltered no longer to

you all I long for
You hold all I so I'm coming today