Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Pickin' Time

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

Well, I couldn't but stop and stare
Hypnotized I stood right
by the beauty that I'd seen
Then she me a come here smile
Nearly drove my wild
I fell tryin' to kick off my jeans

Well, on that cotton pickin'
I met up with Morgan
You know that day I get to work on time
And in the days of my
I I will remember
Sowin' oats at cotton pickin'

Well I lost my job that
But I I had it comin'
'Cause pickin' that cotton just on my mind
But you need too much money
When you got a honey
Keepin' you in the Mississippi hot sunshine

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

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

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

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

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