Luyện nghe bài hát Mississippi Cotton Pickin' Delta Town

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

Down in the Delta 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 the whole week long
my fingers to the blood and bone
There ain't a lot of money in a cotton
At least you try to sell

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

On nights we'd get dressed up
Catch us a ride on a pickup
On a gravel road, it nearly us
That cotton pickin' dust

We'd sit the street on the depot porch
Lookin' at the folks back at us
Munchin' on a covered ice cream cone
Wondering how we'd get home

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

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