Luyện nghe bài hát Jim Dean of Indiana

It was on an Indiana farm, in the of the country
Growin' in the fields of grain, Jim of Indiana
His died 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
'Cause he would do the chores, he was lost in dreaming
He never seemed to find a with the flatlands and the farmers
So he had to leave one day, he said to be an

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 house, chickens they were scattered
He swore he saw upon the screen, Jim 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 town, they drove across the country
They hoped that he would stay around and they hoped he be friendly

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

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