Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Patch

I was in the middle of the cotton belt, babe
But I ain't stay
I'll my shape fast draggin' cotton sacks
And eatin' beans everyday

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

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

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

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

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

I arrived in style aboard big semi
And I felt high
Waltzin' the best department store
For employment to suit my

And I was doin' pretty
some 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 luck had run
It seemed nobody 'round could recognize
The class I'd to town

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

mama, how are you, pop and kids?
Hope you're 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 learned a lot about class fast
Mama, know I mean?

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