Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Patch

I was in the middle of the cotton belt, babe
But I gonna stay
I'll lose my shape fast cotton sacks
And butter beans everyday

Yeah, I'm a sweet young thing I just turned
And I'm the latch
I've got too much class
For this patch

I've been readin' on
A once a week to town on Saturday
And I've seen all pretty and had some rich men
And I that's for me

Papa's been tryin' to pair me up with Bond
Whose owns the cotton gin
Ha, I done checked out two years ago
And Willie I'm too much for him

It's Monday mornin' o'clock got my sack packed
And I'm out here where the runs
Here comes a I'm in luck
He's goin' straight on a Dallas run

Yeah, I am headin' for big D and I that's place
For me to really make a
Well, finally I'm a gettin' my
Out of this cotton

I arrived in style that big semi
And I mighty high
Waltzin' into the department store
For employment to suit my

And I was doin' pretty
Till wisecracker came on the scene
He me a ripe tomato
But he said I sure green

I tried ever door to ever in town
But my had run down
It seemed nobody 'round Dallas recognize
The I'd brought to town

And all day of looking would you believe
The only job I land
Was in a dog factory
labels on dog food cans

Dear mama, how are you, pop and
you're doin' okay
Me, I never did find a job
And all the rich men got

Mama, I've been thinkin' pretty
You know be nineteen
And I sure a lot about class fast
Mama, know what I

Mama, if you'd ask papa if spare a few dollars
I'd catch the next Greyhound home
And I you if Willie Bond ain't committed
Yet, I'd be willin' to it a try after all it's been two years