Luyện nghe bài hát Blame It On Mama

(Dennis Jenkins/Christine Walker)

When I was six or seven, 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 to a river far below, oh.

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

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

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 hail Tennessee,
blame it Mama, she sang, (She sang.)
The into me.

I'm a Miner's Daughter. (I'm a Coal Miner's Daughter.)
Lovin' that preacher's son. (Lovin' that son.)
I have walked the Of Laredo,
Stared down the of a lawman's gun.
I've roots an' I've got claims,
To places I've never been. (Places I've 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 but that don't mean a thing.
Don't come from or hail from Tennessee,
Just it Mama, she sang, (She sang, she sang.)
The into me.

The country me, yeah.