Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Wild Man

Alright, out

Now my daddy was hard Alabama preacher
My was a dedicated Sunday school teacher
My went to college and got a PhD
Daddy the only dud in the family was me

He said, "Boy, you ain't never going to to a thing
You set around with that silly looking guitar and
You hang them juke joints all the time
Making music like some man done lost his mind"

Going it to me
Well, what's that supposed to
Boy, you just a man

Well, then one day told me
"Boy, I've had enough now you
Pack up that guitar, you pack up your stuff"
So I left home and organized a band
Called myself the Wild Man

Well, I worked all them joints from the east to the
Never making no and a starving to death
A living on coffee and cold
crackers and pork n beans

But I went to Music City USA
Said I'm the Alabama Man and I'm here to stay
Took my guitar and showed 'em I'm talking about
So we made a record and we put it out

With me
it to me, honey
Haha, it, boy
Play guitar

Well, now I'm driving, the a city block long
The Alabama Wild Man do no wrong
'Cause I'm selling them
And I'm working shows
And love me everywhere I go

But a funny thing happened about a week or so
I was a showing my hometown and the place was
who was sitting on the front row seat
Was my daddy grinning up at me at me

"Sock it your daddy, Man
Hook it boy, it
Play that guitar, 'em, son"

"Yeah, that's my boy,
Taught him he knows
him his first guitar
Ah, it to your daddy, son"

"Go put it to me, put it to me
Keep them coming in, boy
We to pave the drive next week"