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

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

He one-tenth of his hard earned money
In the plate each Sunday by his own choice
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 his brother you'd seen one, you'd see the other
Cut one an' both of would bleed
Tires screamed, but that ol' truck stop

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

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