Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Patch

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

Yeah, I'm a sweet young thing I just eighteen
And I'm the latch
'Cause I've got too class
For this cotton

been readin' magazines on
A a week trip to town on Saturday
And I've seen all pretty clothes and had some men
And I know for me

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

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

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

I in style aboard that big semi
And I mighty high
Waltzin' into the best department
For to suit my style

And I was doin' good
Till some wisecracker on the scene
He called me a ripe
But he said I look green

I tried door to ever store in town
But my had run down
It seemed 'round Dallas could recognize
The class I'd to town

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

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

Mama, been thinkin' pretty soon
You I'll be nineteen
And I sure learned a lot about fast
Mama, know I mean?

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