Luyện nghe bài hát J. Edgar

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

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

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

We had an extra man named Bob he wouldn't a lick
He bad moonshine likker, and it always made him sick
We rode to on Sunday and stayed a while in town
When we reached home at suppertime, poor Bob 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, he always wore
Poor Bob won't be drinking likker anymore

J. Edgar, J. Edgar it just seem fair
You ate Bob our hired hand we were at prayer
say a prayer for old Bob, and our country too
God help us J. Edgar, nobody's safe you