Luyện nghe bài hát Mary & Omie

My daddy was a in New Orleans
My mamma kept score just watchin' the Mardi
Oh me, I sat on the front porch the rails roll out
I was waitin' for my Omie to take me outta this
It was me and my sisters like to that front porch out

And there be more to this livin' than loving my Omie
We're both back here watchin' our children grow
If there's a better ace in the
Well, baby, come on and me
If you ain't got a then get on your wheel and roll
'Cause there never be a better hand than these hearts I hold

Me and my Omie, we down here in Houston
Oh, and one by one, we my sisters west
We a house in the suburbs and we've got four fine children
We are middle class because Omie wouldn't settle for less
We are black middle class because Omie settle for less

And can't be more to this livin' than loving my Omie
both sittin' back here watchin' our children grow
If there's a better ace in the
Well, baby, come on and me
If you ain't got a then get on your wheel and roll
'Cause there could never be a better hand than these I hold

My children are the thing in my mornin'
My Omie is the last in my night
Oh, in I dream about that porch back home
And I my daddy for the love within that house
But, I thank my Omie for takin' me the south

at these hearts I hold, oh, look at these hearts I hold
Look at these hearts I hold, ain't no place like home
Look at hearts we hold, look at those hearts you hold
Hey! My Omie's got a heart of gold, look at these we hold
Take a look at those you hold