Luyện nghe bài hát Jim Dean of Indiana

It was on an farm, in the middle of the country
Growin' in the fields of grain, Jim of Indiana
His mother when he was a boy, his father was a stranger
Marcus Winslow took him in, seemed to want him

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

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

He played a boy without a home, with no tomorrow
out to touch someone, a stranger in the shadow
The Winslows left for the town, they drove across the country
They hoped that he would stay around and they he would be friendly

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

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