Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Clay

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

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

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

Now the city's just a prison fences
His job is just a routine he stand
And at night he dreams of wide spaces
Fresh dirt between his and on his hands

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

His neck is red as clay
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
Now he's home this time to stay
the roots run deep on the family tree
And the tractor rolls through the of green

His neck is red as Alabama