Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Fields

When I was a bitty baby,
My momma rock me in a cradle,
In them o-o-old cotton fields home.

it was down in Louisiana,
Just a mile from Texarkana,
In o-o-old cotton fields back home.

Oh, when cotton bolls get rotten,
You can't pick very cotton,
In them old cotton fields home.

Well it was in Louisiana,
Just about a mile Texarkana,
In them o-o-old cotton back home.

(guitar solo)

I was a little bitty baby,
My momma rock me in a cradle,
In them cotton fields back home.

it was down in Louisiana,
Just a mile from Texarkana,
In them cotton fields back home.

Back
home
Back
Back

(indeterminable mumbling)

When I was a bitty baby,
My momma rock me in a cradle,
In old cotton fields back home.

Well it was in Louisiana,
Just about a mile Texarkana,
In o-o-old cotton fields back home.

(guitar solo)

Oh, when them cotton get rotten,
You can't pick much cotton,
In old cotton fields back home.

Well it was in Louisiana,
Just about a from Texarkana,
In them o-o-old cotton back home.

When I was a little baby,
My momma rock me in a cradle,
All long.

All long.

mother.