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 Dean of
His mother when he was a boy, his father was a stranger
Marcus Winslow took him in, seemed to want him

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

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

He played a boy without a home, torn with no
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 hour but he was busy
He left for the Grapevine Road 1, they for Indiana
Marcus heard on the radio that 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 the hired man was waiting
The wind rushed silent through the grain, it was just as 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