Luyện nghe bài hát Catfish John

Mama said, Don't go near river,
Don't be hanging around old Catfish
in the morning I'd always be there,
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet dawn.

Take me back to morning, to a time so long ago,
When the sweet blossomed, cotton fields as white as snow.

Catfish was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed,
Looking back I still remember I was to be his friend.

Mama said, go near that river,
Don't be hanging old Catfish John
Come in the I'd always be there,
Walking in his in the sweet Delta dawn.

Born a slave in the town of Vicksburg, traded for a mare,
Lord her never spoke in though his load was hard to bear.

Mama said, "Don't go that river,
in the morning I'd always be there,
Walking in his footsteps in the Delta dawn.
in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn.