Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Fields

When I was a little baby,
My momma would me in a cradle,
In them o-o-old cotton back home.

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

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

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

(guitar solo)

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

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

Back
Back
Back
home

(indeterminable mumbling)

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

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

(guitar solo)

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

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

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

All long.

mother.