Luyện nghe bài hát Bob Away My Blues

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

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

I'd wake up every mornin'
I'd pick all day
And on Saturday nights we'll a dance or two
We waller in the hay

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

He said,"Boy I've this dirt all my life
But ain't been good for a while
Why don't you move to the city make a little
You might be the first one in the
Ever to die a smile"

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

Well Honey ain't talked
To me and you