Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Alley

One
You me cry
Be proud I

My is sore
The is gone
But the is tender

my hand a sister coy
To Cotton where
You did
wicked games
You boy

Tied my laces up
I fell
You
Until your was sore

In the laid aisle behind
The five and store

how
I you blush
But if you

Were my tears
Or of a skilled

Nothing
to see
Don't a fuss over me
Not
Not
But somewhere in
Say
Let it be
The word you

I was a pest who
took a hint
Could
Take a

You my fingers
In a
Tossed my coloring in a
Rusty

Pulled from my hair
in the door

My favorite blue
on the back
Running from a war

Can you hear me
In Cotton
Scream in Cotton
In Cotton