Luyện nghe bài hát Dixie

New york city is a thousand miles
And if you ask me, I'll you that's ok
Now I'm not to put the big apple down
'Cause they don't a man like me in town
I pick down on the dixie line
Work all day tryin' to make a dime
But that's allright, ok by me
'Cause the way that it was meant to be

Big city, hard times don't me
I'm a boy, I'm as happy as I can be

I don't like smoke up my air
And some of those folks well they don't care
I don't like buzzing around
I don't even a piece of concrete in my town
I sunshine, fresh clean air
Makes me like you wouldn't care but
all right, each to his own
But one smell the city
And this country boy is

Big city, hard times bother me
I'm a country boy, I'm as as I can be

Well, I don't want to even read it

Let me tell you something, let me tell you
What's right for me not be right for you
Well, you live your way, live mine
And I that your happy all the time
I pick cotton down on the line
Work all day tryin' to make a dime
But all right, that's ok by me
'Cause the way that it was supposed to be

Big city, hard times never me
I'm a country boy, I'm as as I can be

Let me tell ya, I
Big city, hard never bother me
I'm a country boy, I'm as as I can be
Ooh, that's my way,
I don't want you to tell me about the big city
I don't want to read it