Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Pickin' Time

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

Well, I help but stop and stare
Hypnotized I stood there
Enchanted by the beauty that I'd
Then she me a come here smile
Nearly drove my wild
I fell down to kick off my jeans

Well, on that pickin' mornin'
I met up with Morgan
You know that day I didn't get to work on
And in the of my December
I know I remember
Sowin' oats at pickin' time

Well I lost my job that
But I I had it comin'
pickin' that cotton just wasn't on my mind
But you don't too much money
When you got a Tupelo
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 days of my
I know I remember
Sowin' at cotton pickin' time

come along way since then
Now I own cotton gin
And I bought that mill just to her smile
And to keep our love growin' old
We still go there to that hole
Skinny dip and Becky is just as

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

Now every cotton mornin'
I wake up with Becky
And to this day I get to work on time
And in the of our December
I we'll both remember
oats at cotton pickin' time

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