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 died when he was a boy, his father was a
Marcus Winslow took him in, nobody seemed to him

The hired man sang a storm [unverified], sometimes he'd beat him
'Cause he never do the chores, he was lost 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 from the
They locked themselves inside his room, the people turned faces
A neighbor ran from the house, chickens they were scattered
He he saw upon the screen, Jim Dean of Indiana

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

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

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