Luyện nghe bài hát Flatland Farmer

He's a flatland
Who an old guitar
Yeah, he's a farmer
He an old guitar

He make no money
But he can out-pick a Nashville

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

They just park in his yard
And they sit on his
And eat fried chicken
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 play
into real music country
Without them ways

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

And the you'll want
To any row
Is a dirt furrow
Where the grows, grow

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

He make no money, aw
tell you that boy can out sing
Out pick, out play, out drink, out
And out lay any of them Nashville