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 to want him

The man sang like a storm [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 locked themselves inside his room, the people turned faces
A neighbor ran from the movie house, chickens were scattered
He swore he saw the screen, Jim Dean of Indiana

He played a boy without a home, with no tomorrow
Reaching out to touch someone, a stranger in the
The Winslows left for the movie town, drove across the country
They hoped 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, left for Indiana
Then Marcus heard on the radio that a movie was dying
He turned the tuner way low, so Ortense could go on sleeping

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