Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Clay

First he saw the ground get busted
He was ten and it was
His daddy worked hard sunup to sundown
And the goin' got tough them ol' gray mules

The grew to be a moneymaker
And the house he lived in grew up room by
The boy worked hard but soon got of farmin'
So he slipped one night 'neath the harvest moon

His was red as Alabama clay
But the city's call pulled him
He's got a factory job and runs a big
He don't miss the farm or the of green

Now the city's a prison without fences
His job is just a he can't stand
And at night he of wide open spaces
Fresh between his toes and on his hands

Then one day a picture came a letter
Of a young girl a baby in her arms
And the words she wrote would change his forever
So he to raise his family on the farm

His is red as Alabama clay
Now goin' home this time to stay
Where the roots run deep on the tree
And the tractor rolls the fields of green

His neck is red as Alabama
Now goin' home this time to stay
Where the run deep on the family tree
And the tractor rolls through the of green

His neck is red as Alabama