Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Patch

I was raised in the middle of the belt, babe
But I gonna stay
I'll my shape fast draggin' cotton sacks
And eatin' beans everyday

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

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

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

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

I arrived in aboard that big semi
And I felt high
Waltzin' the best department store
For employment to my style

And I was doin' pretty
Till some wisecracker came on the
He called me a tomato
But he said I sure green

I tried ever door to ever in town
But my luck had run
It seemed 'round Dallas could recognize
The class I'd brought to

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

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

Mama, I've been thinkin' soon
You I'll be nineteen
And I sure learned a lot about class
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 Bond committed
Yet, I'd be to give it a try after all it's been two years