Luyện nghe bài hát Flatland Farmer

He's a farmer
Who flat-picks an old
Yeah, he's a farmer
He flat-picks an old

He don't make no
But he can a Nashville star

Yeah, the come in pick-ups
They're driving in from around
Yeah, the come in pick-ups
They're in from miles around

They park in his front yard
And sit on his ground
And they eat fried
To the sound, eat a little

Well, call mighty Nashville
City, USA
They call god-all-mighty
City, USA

Ah but get out the
To where the farmers
into real music country
Without city ways

Get the flatland farmer
Who an old guitar
Get with the flatland
Who flat-picks an old

And the closest want
To any row
Is a long furrow
Where the grows, grow

Get with the flatland
Who flat-picks an old
Get with the farmer
Who an old guitar

He make no money, aw
I'll tell you boy can out sing
Out pick, out play, out drink, out
And out lay any of them stars