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 cotton sacks
And eatin' butter everyday

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I am headin' for big D and I know place
For me to make a catch
Well, I'm a gettin' my class
Out of this cotton

I arrived in style that big semi
And I mighty high
Waltzin' into the department store
For to suit my style

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

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

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

Dear mama, how are you, pop and
you're doin' okay
Me, I did find a better job
And all the men got away

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

Mama, if ask papa if he'd spare a few dollars
I'd the next Greyhound comin' home
And I tell you if Willie Bond committed
Yet, I'd be willin' to give it a try all it's been two years