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 fast draggin' cotton sacks
And eatin' butter everyday

Yeah, I'm a sweet thing I just turned eighteen
And I'm the latch
'Cause I've got too much
For this patch

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

been tryin' to pair me up with Willie Bond
Whose daddy the cotton gin
Ha, I done checked Willie out two ago
And knows I'm too much for him

It's Monday four o'clock got my sack packed
And I'm out where 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 make a catch
Well, finally I'm a my class
Out of this cotton

I arrived in style aboard that big
And I felt mighty
Waltzin' into the best department
For to suit my style

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

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

And after all day of looking would you
The only job I 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 a better job
And all the men got away

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

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