Luyện nghe bài hát Coal Miner's Daughter (The Voice Performance)

Well, I was born a coal daughter
In a on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor but we had

That's the one thing that daddy made of
He shoveled to make a poor man's dollar

My daddy all night in the Van Leer coal mine
And all day long in the field a' corn
Momma rocked the at night, read the Bible by the coal oil light
And would start all over come break of morn'

Daddy loved and raised kids on a miner's pay
And mommy our clothes on a washboard every day
Well, I seen her fingers bleed, to complain was no need
She'd smile in mommy's way

In the summertime we have shoes to wear
But in the wintertime we'd all get a new pair
From a mail order catalog, made by selling a hog
Daddy managed to get the money somewhere

Yeah, I'm to be a coal miner's daughter
I remember well the where I drew water
The work we done was hard, at night we'd sleep 'cause we were
Never thought of ever Butcher Holler

Well, a lot of have changed since way back then
Ah, and it's so good to be back again
Not left but the floors, nothing lives here anymore
Except the memories of a coal miner's
Except the memories of a coal miner's