Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Patch

I was raised in the of the cotton belt, babe
But I ain't gonna
I'll lose my shape draggin' cotton sacks
And eatin' beans everyday

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

I've readin' magazines on
A once a trip to town on Saturday
And I've seen all pretty clothes and had rich men
And I that's for me

Papa's tryin' to pair me up with Willie Bond
Whose daddy owns the gin
Ha, I checked Willie out two years 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 that's place
For me to really make a
Well, finally I'm a gettin' my
Out of cotton patch

I in style aboard that big semi
And I felt high
into the best department store
For to suit my style

And I was pretty good
some wisecracker came on the scene
He called me a tomato
But he said I sure look

I tried ever to ever store in town
But my luck had run
It seemed nobody Dallas could recognize
The class I'd to town

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

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

Mama, I've been pretty soon
You know be nineteen
And I sure learned a lot about class
Mama, what I mean?

Mama, if you'd ask papa if he'd a few dollars
I'd catch the Greyhound comin' home
And I tell you if Willie Bond committed
Yet, I'd be willin' to give it a try after all been two years