Luyện nghe bài hát Flatland Farmer

He's a farmer
Who flatpicks and old
Yeah a flatland farmer
He and old guitar
He make no money
But he can out-pick them stars
Yeah the people come in
They travel in miles around
Ahhh the people in pick-ups
They travel in from miles
Yeah they in his front yard...sit on his ground
An eat fried chicken to that flatland sound
Eat a little...
Well they call Nashville
City USA
Yeah they that god-all-mighty Nashville
City USA
Ahhh but get out of the city to where the farmer
An you're into real country without them city ways
Get with the farmer
Who an old guitar
Get the flatland farmer
Who flatpicks an old
An you'll want to any Music Row
Is a long dirt where cotton grows
Grow...
Get the flatland farmer
Who an old guitar
Yeah, get with the flatland
Who flatpicks an old
He don't no money...Awww
But tell...that boy can
Out
Out
Out
Out
Out pray...and out lay
Any of them stars