Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Pickin' Time

On a mornin'
My dad yelled out a
Son, you better hit cotton patch soon
And on my way down to the
As I passed Old Johnson's
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin'

Well, I couldn't help but stop and
I stood right there
Enchanted by the beauty that I'd
Then she gave me a come here
Nearly drove my body
I fell down to kick off my jeans

Well, on that cotton mornin'
I met up with Becky
You know that day I didn't get to on time
And in the days of my
I know I will
Sowin' at cotton pickin' time

Well I lost my job summer
But I guess I had it
'Cause that cotton just wasn't on my mind
But you don't too much money
When you got a honey
you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine

And every cotton pickin'
I met up Becky Morgan
The whole summer I never got to work on time
And in the of my December
I know I will
oats at cotton pickin' time

We've come way since then
Now I own that gin
And I bought that mill just to make her
And to keep our love growin' old
We still go down there to hole
Skinny dip and is just as wild

Now cotton pickin' mornin'
I up with Becky Morgan
And to this day I never get to work on
And in the of our December
I know we'll both
Sowin' oats at cotton pickin'

Now every cotton pickin'
I wake up with Becky
And to this day I never get to on time
And in the of our December
I know we'll both
Sowin' oats at pickin' time

And we were sowin' oats at cotton time
We were oats at cotton pickin' time