Luyện nghe bài hát CountrySide

I was a little bum back in '61
staring out that ol' window young and open-eyed
didn't matter where we were
just as as I saw green
I well being thankful for Sunday rides...
I was

City and city raised
to this day I'm amazed
that nothing could make me citified
in my hopes, in my
I going home, it seems
going home to my side.

Life got way too crowded, at it did for me
looking for a place to run to where I hide
didn't matter I'd be going,
there was no in between
to afford my own Ford so I could that ride...
might've

City born and raised
not so well behaved
'cause nobody ever make me citified
when in my hopes, in my
I kept home, it seems
home to my country side.

When you're up in the mountains
there's no like home
to lay in the shade and that fresh mown hay
steal moonlight in the forest, run the fields on starry
wake up to a down-home

me more than a little while to go that country mile
staring out that old office worn and bleary eyed
didn't when I'd be going
just as long as I could
of packing it in - and up -
and taking a ride...
'cause when

City born and city
you don't look back, it's just a
where could ever make you citified
when in your hopes, and in your
you keep home, it seems
home to your country side.

I get and thank God
for my side.