Luyện nghe bài hát Mississippi Cotton Pickin' Delta Town

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

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

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

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

On Saturday nights get dressed up
Catch us a ride on a pickup
On a gravel road, it strangled us
That cotton Delta dust

We'd sit the street on the depot porch
at the folks lookin' back at us
Munchin' on a dust 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 around
In a cotton pickin' Delta town

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