Luyện nghe bài hát Fortunate Son

Some folks are born to wave the flag,
Ooo, red, white and blue.
And when the band hail to the chief,
Ooo, they point the at you, yall!

It aint me, it aint me, I no senators son, Son.
It aint me, it aint me; I no fortunate one. No.

Some folks are born spoon in hand,
Lord, they help themselves, yall!
But when the comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks a rummage sale.

It aint me, it me, I aint no millionaires son. No, no.
It aint me, it aint me; I no fortunate one. No.

Some folks inherit star eyes,
Ooo, they you down to war, yall.
And when you ask them, how much should we
Ooo, they only more! More! More! Yall.

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no son, Son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no one, one.

It me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one. No, no, no.
It aint me, it aint me, I no fortunate son. No, no, no.