Luyện nghe bài hát All In Alabama

I just had to show 'em I need em
And so I headed out west to see old friends of mine
I if I'd climb up ole Ajax mountain
Maybe would help me get it all off my mind

I made it up to the top, picked out a clear
I thought a whole lot about the rest of my
I had no idea soon it would nearly end up
On this mountainside I would die

And there all in Alabama and all in Dixieland
God, I'm here in Montana
Please Lord, just want to go to hold her hand
Just let me get back to my old

They I'd never sing again
I learned a lot my friends
'Cause when youre shot and out
You get many calls
But I saw tears in some eyes
And soon my poor old would die
I nearly lost it all when I my Grandpa

But you could us all in Alabama
Yeah, we're all down in
I die out in Montana
No, Lord, you let me get back to my own
And I'm gonna on to her hand

I done a whole searching, a whole lot of
Before I found my road in life
You got to say you want to say
Go on and do your own way
You can climb any old
Once you up your mind

And I made mine in
And I mine down in Dixieland
I die out in Montana
No, Lord, you let me get back to my ole
And I'm gonna hold on to her