Luyện nghe bài hát Flatland Farmer

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

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

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

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

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

Ah but get out the
To where the play
You're into real country
Without city ways

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

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

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

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