Luyện nghe bài hát Letter from Omaha

Well I can't sleep with all hand-me-downs
Battered up chests and faded
Every new life seems to away
sand escaping through the seams
Send me a letter from
Said a needle or thread could the tears
But the cotton fields, they
like calico
And the color of hair

Stars stand the lonely blue
Like pin-pricks by midnight hands
They tried to sew you a pure white
Got tied up in the and demands

Cotton burned all brown and
Like an innocence to disrepair
But tonight the ashes,
Smell like
And the color of hair

If I could have my one and only
I'd sew your hair all to the lining of my
I'd stand in the noon day clean and
Not the of the dry land dirt