Luyện nghe bài hát CountrySide

I was just a little bum in '61
staring out that ol' Ford window young and
didn't matter where we going
just as as I saw green
I remember well being for Sunday rides...
I was

City born and city
to this day I'm still
that nothing could make me citified
in my hopes, in my
I kept going home, it
home to my country side.

Life got way too crowded, at it did for me
looking for a place to run to where I could
matter where I'd be going,
there was no place in
to afford my own so I could take that ride...
might've

born and city raised
maybe not so well
'cause nobody could make me citified
when in my hopes, in my
I going home, it seems
going home to my side.

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

Took me more than a little while to go that country
staring out that old office window worn and bleary
didn't matter I'd be going
just as long as I dream
dream of it in - and up -
and taking a ride...
when you're

City and city raised
you don't look back, it's a haze
where nothing could ever you citified
when in hopes, and in your dreams
you going home, it seems
going home to your side.

I get and thank God
for my side.