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' why a boy named Billy Joe,
off the Tallahatchie Bridge to a river far below, oh.

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

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

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

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

The into me, yeah.