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 back up again
Just like them vacuum cleaners they sell down in the
Well, that's how J. Hoover got his name

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

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

We had an extra man named Bob he work a lick
He drank bad moonshine likker, and it made him sick
We rode to church on and stayed a while in town
When we reached 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 always
Poor Bob won't be drinking moonshine anymore

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