Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Patch

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

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

been readin' magazines on
A once a week trip to on Saturday
And I've seen all pretty and had some 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 done Willie out two years ago
And knows I'm too much for him

It's Monday mornin' four o'clock got my sack
And I'm out here where the runs
Here comes a truck I'm in
He's goin' through on a Dallas run

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

I in style aboard that big semi
And I felt mighty
Waltzin' into the department store
For employment to suit my

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

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

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

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

Mama, I've been thinkin' soon
You I'll be nineteen
And I sure learned a lot class fast
Mama, what I mean?

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