Luyện nghe bài hát Flightless Bird

In county, where I was born
Used to walk along tracks, play tag in the corn
But time rearranges, has a way
And lately I've lost all of the day

I met a girl, she was pretty-eyed,
Camped out under the covers, told me she was all
But people are people, they to the plan
Couldn't the son of no poor preacher man

your words on fire, and my roots so tired from running
These don't fly, so don't you let me go tonight

So we sing for the good times, for the thrill
Of a youth that is fading, a love no will
And we drink to the lovers who don't a clue
Keep digging hard at the ditch and at the blue

And the flood might wash us yet, trying to forget