Luyện nghe bài hát Flatland Farmer

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

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

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

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

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

Ah but get out the
To where the farmers
You're real music country
Without them city

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

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

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

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