Luyện nghe bài hát Mississippi Cotton Pickin' Delta Town

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

Down in the Delta I was born
All we raised was cotton, and corn
I've picked cotton my fingers hurt
Draggin' the sack through that Delta

And I've worked the whole week long
Pickin' my fingers to the blood and
There ain't a lot of money in a cotton
At least you try to sell

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

On Saturday we'd get dressed up
us a ride on a pickup truck
On a road, it nearly strangled us
That cotton pickin' Delta

We'd sit across the on the depot porch
Lookin' at the folks lookin' at us
Munchin' on a dust covered ice cream
Wondering how get back home

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

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