Luyện nghe bài hát Cotton Pickin' Time

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

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

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

I lost my job that summer
But I guess I had it
'Cause pickin' that 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 with Morgan
The whole dang summer I never got to on time
And in the days of my
I know I remember
oats at cotton pickin' time

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

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

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

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