Luyện nghe bài hát Bob Away My Blues

Well I'm goin' down to the
I've got a cane in my hand
I've got my red in a
Maxwell coffee can

I'm gonna sit under a shade
On a river bank it's cool
I'm close my eyes and dream
And let cork bob away my blues

Well I'd wake up every
I'd pick all day
And on Saturday nights we'll have a or two
We might in the hay

Now the only thing that whipped my Pa
Was bad dude called old age
And his last years was his years
And this is he had to say

He said,"Boy I've worked this all my life
But ain't been good for a while
Why don't you to the city make a little money?
You might be the one in the family
to die with a smile"

I took his advice, goin' well
But my are far and few
But whoever said a city boy can't have the blues
Whoever said a city boy can't have the country
Whoever said a city boy can't the country blues

Well they ain't talked
To me and you