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
Winslow took him in, nobody seemed to want him

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

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

He played a boy a home, torn with no tomorrow
Reaching out to touch someone, a in the shadow
The Winslows left for the movie town, they across the country
hoped that he would stay around and they hoped he would be friendly

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

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