Luyện nghe bài hát Lotta Man (In That Little Boy)

His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin'
Tree-house, baby gun and band aid covered
He good deliverin' papers an' cuttin' grass for the neighbors
Except for Wilson, he cuts hers for free
His little do a lot for a kid his age

He puts one-tenth of his earned money
In the orphan plate each Sunday by his own
There's a lotta man in that boy

Weekdays, he tries to sleep late, weekends, he's up at
Him an' Roy wadin' in Creek
That dog was like his brother you'd one, you'd see the other
Cut one an' of them would bleed
Tires screamed, but that ol' couldn't stop

the tree that he buried him under
He made a from scraps of lumber an' on a card, "God Bless ol' Roy"
There's a man in that little boy

There's a house, down where he fishin'
He told his Mom, "Those kids got and I don't need all these toys"
There's a man in that little boy