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 fast draggin' sacks
And eatin' butter beans

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

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

Papa's tryin' to pair me up with Willie 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' four o'clock got my packed
And I'm out here the freeway runs
Here comes a I'm in luck
He's straight through on a Dallas 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 arrived in aboard that big semi
And I felt high
Waltzin' into the department store
For employment to suit my

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

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

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

Dear mama, how are you, pop and
Hope you're 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 learned a lot about fast
Mama, know what I

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