Luyện nghe bài hát Mississippi Mud

Everybody in my senior
Got the hell out just as fast as they go
And pretty that Greyhound bus
It only a few of us to carry on

It might've been the farm
Or Sherry Johnson's arms
Something let me leave
made me believe in

A house, a piece of land
things grow with my own two hands
Coming weary to the bone
At the end of the day

Country stores, up Fords
And songs with two or three chords
Somehow I I fell in love
this Mississippi mud

My best friend went to
And he's a Farm Insurance man
And a hundred thou

He me every now and then
Keeps he can cut me in
But it's too now

'Cause I've seen so Delta rain
It seept into my veins
Been long enough to see
One thing for a man me is

A little house, a of land
Making things with my own two hands
Coming weary to the bone
At the end of the day

Country stores, up Fords
And with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I in love
With Mississippi mud

around here long enough
It'll get your blood
Comes up a cotton seed
Before too all you need is

A little house, a of land
Making grow with my own two hands
Coming home to the bone
At the end of the day

Country stores, up Fords
And songs only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in
With Mississippi mud

With Mississippi mud
Oh, I think I fell in
With this mud