Luyện nghe bài hát Jim Dean of Indiana

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

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

Once he'd back to the farm with starlets from the stages
locked themselves inside his room, the people turned their faces
A neighbor ran from the movie house, chickens they were
He swore he saw 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 movie town, they drove the country
They hoped he would stay around and they hoped he would be friendly

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

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