Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Pickin' Time

On a Mississippi
My dad out a warnin'
Son, you better hit that cotton soon
And on my way down to the
As I passed Old mill
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny nude

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 body
I fell down to kick off my jeans

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

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

And every cotton pickin'
I met up with Becky
The whole dang summer I got to work on time
And in the of my December
I know I remember
Sowin' oats at cotton time

We've come along way since
Now I own that gin
And I bought that mill just to her smile
And to keep our from growin' old
We go down there to that hole
Skinny dip and Becky is as wild

Now cotton pickin' mornin'
I wake up with Morgan
And to this day I get to work on time
And in the days of our
I know we'll remember
Sowin' at cotton pickin' time

Now every pickin' mornin'
I wake up Becky Morgan
And to this day I never get to on time
And in the of our December
I know both remember
Sowin' oats at pickin' time

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