Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Patch

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

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

I've been magazines on
A once a week trip to 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
daddy owns the cotton gin
Ha, I checked Willie out two years ago
And Willie I'm too much for him

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

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

I arrived in style aboard big semi
And I felt mighty
into the best department store
For employment to suit my

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

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

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

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

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

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