Luyện nghe bài hát Brown-Eyed Women

Gone are the days when the ox down
up the yoke and plow the fields around
Gone are the days when the said, 'Please
Gentle Jack Jones, you come home to me?'

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

1920 when he 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 was dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the with the rain pourin' down
And it looks 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
Never got the things that the ones had

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

down shack in Bigfoot county
Snowed so hard the roof caved in
Delilah Jones went to her God
And the old man never was the same

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

Daddy made and he made it well
Cost two and it burnt like hell
I cut just to fire the still
Drink down a and ready to kill

women and red grenadine
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
Yeah, it like the old man's gettin'