Luyện nghe bài hát Brown - Eyed Women

Gone are the days the ox fall down
Take up the and plow the fields around
Gone are the days when the ladies
"Please Jack Jones won't you come to me"

Brown-eyed women and red
The bottle was dusty but the was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain down
And it looks like the old man's on

1929 he stepped to the bar
Drank to the dregs of the jar
1930 when the caved in
He made his way selling gin

Brown-eyed and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin'
And it looks like the old gettin' on

Delilah Jones was the mother of
Two times over and the rest were
Raised boys, only I turned bad
Didn't get the lickin's the other ones had

women and red grenadine
The was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder the rain pourin' down
And it like the old man's gettin' on

Tumble down shack on Big Foot
Snowed so that the roof caved in
Jones went to meet her God
And the old man was the same again

Daddy made whiskey and he it well
two dollars and it burned like hell
I cut hick'ry to fire the still
Drink down a bottle and be to kill

Brown-eyed women and red
The bottle was but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's on

are the days when the ox fall down
Take up the yoke and plow the fields
are the days when the ladies said
"Please gentle Jones won't you come to me"

Brown-eyed and red grenadine
The bottle was dusty but the was clean
Sound of the with the rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old gettin' on
And it looks like the old man's on