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

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

He one-tenth of his hard earned money
In the orphan each Sunday by his own choice
There's a lotta man in little 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 seen one, see the other
Cut one an' both of would bleed
Tires screamed, but that ol' couldn't stop

There's the that he buried him under
He made a cross from scraps of 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 nothin' and I don't all these toys"
There's a lotta man in that boy