Luyện nghe bài hát Jim Dean of Indiana

It was on an Indiana farm, in the middle of the
Growin' in the of grain, Jim Dean of Indiana
His mother died when he was a boy, his father was a
Marcus Winslow took him in, nobody seemed to him

The hired man sang like a storm [unverified], he'd beat him
'Cause he would never do the chores, he was in dreaming
He never to find a play with the flatlands and the farmers
So he had to leave one day, he said to be an

Once he'd come back to the farm with starlets the stages
They themselves inside his room, the people turned their faces
A neighbor ran the movie house, chickens they were scattered
He swore he saw upon the screen, Jim of Indiana

He played a boy a home, torn with no tomorrow
Reaching out to someone, a stranger in the shadow
The Winslows left for the movie town, they drove the country
They that he would stay around and they hoped he would be friendly

He talked to them for half an hour but he was racing
He left for the Grapevine Road 1, they for Indiana
Then Marcus heard on the radio that a star was dying
He turned the tuner way down low, so Ortense could go on

It was not until they reached the where the hired man was waiting
The wind rushed silent the grain, it was just as they had told him
buried him just down the road, a mile from the farm house
That is where I a flower for Jim Dean of Indiana