Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Clay

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

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

His was red as Alabama clay
But the call pulled him away
got a factory job and runs a big machine
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 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 life
So he went to his family on the farm

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

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

His neck is red as clay