Luyện nghe bài hát Mama's Opry

She grew up and simple in a farming town.
Her played the fiddle and used to do the calling when they had hoedowns.
She says the would come and they'd move all my grandma's furniture 'round.
And there'd be twenty or more there on the old wooden floor dancin' to a sound.

The and Jimmy Rodgers played her favourite songs.
And on Saturday nights there was a radio show and she sing along.
And I'll never forget her face she revealed to me,
That she'd dreamed about at The Grand Ol' Opry.

Her eyes, oh, how they sparkled when she those songs.
While she was hanging the on the line, I was a kid just a hummin' along.
Well, I'd be in the grass, to her, what might've seemed, obliviously,
But there ain't no about it: she sure made her mark on me.

An' she played old records on the phonograph.
She turned them up loud and we'd along, but those days have passed.
Just now that I am it occurs to me,
That I was in the grandest opry.

And we sang Sweet Rose of Sharon, Abide Me,
'Til I ride The Gospel to Heaven's Jubilee.
And In Great Triumphant Morning my soul will be free,
And My Burdens Will Be when my Saviour's face I see.

So I Don't Want to Get to This World below,
But I He'll Pilot Me 'til it comes time to go.
Oh, nothing on this earth is as dear to me,
As the sound of my Opry

And we sang Rose of Sharon, Abide With Me,
'Til I ride The Gospel Ship to Jubilee.
And In That Triumphant Morning my soul will be free,
And My Burdens Will Be Lifted when my face I see.

So I Want to Get Adjusted to This World below,
But I He'll Pilot Me 'til it comes time to go.
Oh, nothing on this earth is half as to me,
As the of my Mama's Opry