Luyện nghe bài hát Back To Memphis

I've struggling up here, child, trying to make a living
Everybody wants to take, nobody giving
I wish I was in Memphis back there with my Mama
The only clothes I got left that rags is my pajamas
No brotherly love, no help, no
Just a great big full of cold hearted strangers

I hungry in New York and Chicago was no better
But today, my dear mother wrote and told me in her
Son, come back to Memphis and live with your Mama
You can down Beale Street, honey, wearing your pajamas
You know home here, we let do just what you want to
And I born you and raised you right here on the

I'm to leave here in the morning and walk down to the station
I've got just money to pay my transportation
I'm going back to Memphis, back with my Mama
If I have to that bus barefooted in pajamas
home in Memphis, no moaning and groaning
I know will be all right in the morning