Luyện nghe bài hát Back To Memphis

I've struggling up here, child, trying to make a living
wants to take, nobody like giving
I wish I was in Memphis back home there my Mama
The only clothes I got left that ain't is my pajamas
No brotherly love, no help, no
Just a great big town full of cold hearted

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

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