Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Clay

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

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

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

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

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

His neck is red as Alabama
Now he's goin' home this time to
Where the roots run deep on the family
And the tractor through the fields of green

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

His neck is red as Alabama