Luyện nghe bài hát Blame It On Mama

(Dennis Jenkins/Christine Walker)

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

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

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

Oh, blame it on Mama, an' the songs she 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 country me.

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

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

The into me, yeah.