Luyện nghe bài hát Flatland Farmer

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

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

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

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

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

Ah but get out the
To where the play
You're real music country
them city ways

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

And the closest you'll
To any row
Is a dirt furrow
Where the cotton grows,

Get with the farmer
Who an old guitar
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 Nashville