Luyện nghe bài hát Brown-Eyed Women

Gone are the days the ox fall down
Take up the yoke and plow the around
Gone are the days the ladies said, 'Please
Gentle Jones, won't you come home to me?'

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

when he stepped to the bar
Drank to the of the whiskey jar
1930 the walls caved in
He made his way sellin' gin

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

Jones was the mother of twins
Two times over and the were sins
She eight boys, only I turned bad
got the things that the other ones had

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

Tumble down shack in Bigfoot
so hard that the roof caved in
Delilah Jones to meet her God
And the old man never was the same

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

Daddy made whiskey and he made it
Cost two dollars and it burnt like
I cut hickory just to fire the
Drink a bottle and ready to kill

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