Luyện nghe bài hát Blame It On Mama

(Dennis Hysom/Nancy Walker)

When I was six or seven, Mama me in,
With a lullaby and they made my eyes wide again.
I'd lie awake an' wonder why a boy named Joe,
Jumped off the Tallahatchie to a river far below, oh.

Oh, blame it on Mama, an' the she loved singin'.
I'm not Louisiana but that don't mean a thing.
come from Alabama or hail from Tennessee,
Just it Mama, she sang, (She sang.)
The into me.

I just loved to listen as she sang story songs,
'Bout a Coat Of Many Colors, or a girl Delta Dawn.
When The Went out In Georgia, I would beg for just one more,
All about Fancy and the pretty red dancin' dress she wore.

Oh, blame it on Mama, an' the she loved singin'.
I'm not from Louisiana but don't mean a thing.
come from Alabama or hail from Tennessee,
Just it Mama, she sang, (She sang.)
The into me.

I'm a Coal Miner's Daughter. (I'm a Coal Daughter.)
that preacher's son. (Lovin' that preacher's son.)
I have walked the Of Laredo,
Stared down the of a lawman's gun.
I've grown an' I've got claims,
To I've never been. (Places I've never been.)
An' when I sing those songs it me,
back home again.

Oh, blame it on Mama, an' the songs she singin'.
I'm not from Louisiana but that mean a thing.
come from Alabama or hail from Tennessee,
Just it Mama, she sang, (She sang, she sang.)
The into me.

The into me, yeah.