Luyện nghe bài hát Flatland Farmer

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

He don't no money
But he can out-pick a star

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

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

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

Ah but get out the
To where the play
into real music country
Without them city

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

And the closest you'll
To any row
Is a long furrow
Where the grows, grow

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

He don't no money, aw
tell you that boy can out sing
Out pick, out play, out drink, out
And out lay any of them stars