Luyện nghe bài hát City Folks Call Us Poor

Moonlight on the grassy meadows,
like diamonds shining in the night,
Whipporwills singing in the oaks,
Coon dogs barking in the moonlight.

Honeysuckle smells just like perfume,
Old dogs lying by the door,
Watermelon Mama puts up in a jar,
And the city folks, they us poor.

Singing Rock of Ages on the porch,
Watching fireflies light up and again,
Listening to Bill singing on the Opry,
Singing bout his Uncle Penn.

God, He a picture in the evening sky,
and purple, orange and shades of red,
He knows we cant no fancy paintings,
So we look at the real instead.

Oh the city folks, call us poor.