Luyện nghe bài hát Mississippi Cotton Pickin' Delta Town

In a Mississippi pickin' Delta town
One street to walk up and down
Nothin' to see but a starvin' hound
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' town

Down in the where I was born
All we was cotton, potatoes and corn
I've cotton till my fingers hurt
Draggin' the sack through Delta dirt

And I've worked hard the whole long
my fingers to the blood and bone
There ain't a lot of in a cotton bale
At least when you try to

In a Mississippi pickin' Delta town
One street to walk up and down
Nothin' much to see but a starvin'
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta

On Saturday nights we'd get up
Catch us a ride on a truck
On a gravel road, it nearly us
That cotton Delta dust

sit across the street on the depot porch
Lookin' at the folks back at us
on a dust covered ice cream cone
Wondering how get back home

From a Mississippi cotton pickin' town
One dusty street to up and down
Nothin' much to do but just hang
In a Mississippi pickin' Delta town

From a Mississippi pickin' Delta town
One street to walk up and down
Nothin' much to do but just hang
In a Mississippi pickin' Delta town