Luyện nghe bài hát Louisiana Man

Well, at birth mom and called their little boy Ned
him on the banks of a river bed
On a houseboat tied to a big tree
A home for my papa and my and me

The clock strikes three and jumps to his feet
Already mama's papa something to eat
At half past, papa ready to go
He in his pirogue headed down the bayou

got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta a big fish for us to eat
He's setting traps in the swamp catching he can
gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, a Louisiana man

My hides hanging by the dozens
Even got a mink, a muskrat's cousin
Got 'em out in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow papa's gonna 'em into money

Well, they call Rita and my daddy Jack
Little baby brother on the that's Mack
and Lin are the family twins
And big brother on the bayou fishing

On the river papa's great big boat
And how my papa goes into town
him every bit of a night and a day
To even reach a where the people stay

And I can hardly until tomorrow comes around
That's the day my papa his furs to town
Papa promised me I could go
He'd even let me see a show

I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time
I told my pop I've go again
Well, Papa said, "Son we've got to run
come back again but first there's work to be done"

He's got fishing lines strung the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big for us to eat
He's setting traps in the catching anything he can
Gotta make a living, he's a man
make a living, he's a Louisiana man

Gotta make a living, a Louisiana man
make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, a Louisiana man
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