Luyện nghe bài hát Catfish John

Mama said, "Don't go that river"
"Don't be hanging old Catfish John"
the morning I'd always be there
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta

me back to another morning (note 1)
To a time so ago
the sweet magnolia blossomed (note 2)
Cotton fields were white as

John was a river hobo
Lived and by the river's bend
back I still remember
I was to be his friend

Born a slave in the town of (note 3)
Traded for a chestnut
Lord, he spoke in anger
his load was hard to bear

Walking in his footsteps in the sweet dawn