Luyện nghe bài hát Crow Hollow Blues

Workin' in the sun, a-scrapin' the tar
If we a run fer it, we wouldn't get far
on a stone, diggin' deeper down
Every day a day that you above ground

Hear that a-laughin' at me
comin' down on the hangman tree
Swing that shovel, and that dirt
Brady got it in the back, you it gotta hurt
One day last week, when the boss man
Stopped shovelin' for a while and we all a bet
Who could run an' catch a frog, or a dandelion
Billy got caught, he in the hothouse

Hear that crow at me
Rain comin' down on the tree
Some people missin', some people have died
You never know when God'll kick you offa this
cuttin' me a notch on the bunkhouse floor
One for every year, and now I'm fourty-four
Swing that shovel, and push that
Brady got it in the back, you know it gotta
Workin' in the sun, scrapin' the tar
If we made a run fer it, we get far
We and strain, we kick and scream
We may be just a drop of rain in a dream