Luyện nghe bài hát J. Edgar

Down on the farm we had a pig, J. Edgar was his
He'd eat up all our victuals and start back up
Just like them vacuum cleaners sell down in the lane
Well, that's how J. Edgar got his name

Now, baked a cherry pie and set it out to cool
So we'd have something good to eat when we got from school
J. Edgar climbed up on the porch and ate up all pie
When we got home mornin' we heard our mamma cry

J. Edgar, J. Edgar, just look what done
You ate up the cherry pie was for everyone
We made it the dusters, and the hoppers too
But God help us, J. Edgar, 'cause nothin's from you

We had an extra man named Bob he work a lick
He drank bad moonshine likker, and it always made him
We rode to church on Sunday and stayed a while in
When we home at suppertime, poor Bob could not be found

He in the parlor, and he wasn't in the lane
Drinking in the pantry or in the hay
His hat was in the pigpen, that he wore
Poor Bob won't be moonshine likker anymore

J. Edgar, J. Edgar it just don't seem
You ate Bob our hand while we were at prayer
say a prayer for old Bob, and our country too
God us J. Edgar, nobody's safe from you