Luyện nghe bài hát Flatland Farmer

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

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

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

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

Well, they call mighty
City, USA
They call Nashville
City, USA

Ah but get out the
To where the farmers
You're into real music
Without city ways

Get the flatland farmer
Who an old guitar
Get with the farmer
Who an old guitar

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

Get the flatland farmer
Who an old guitar
Get the flatland farmer
Who an old guitar

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