Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Clay

First time he saw the get busted
He was ten and it was
His daddy hard 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 soon got tired of
So he slipped away one night 'neath the harvest

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

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

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

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

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 the fields of green

His neck is red as clay