Luyện nghe bài hát Mississippi Mud

Everybody in my senior
Got the hell out just as as they could 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 loving
wouldn't let me leave
Something me believe in

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

stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or chords
Somehow I think I fell in
With this mud

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

He calls me every now and
saying he can cut me in
But too late now

'Cause I've seen so much Delta
It seept into my veins
Been here long to see
One for a man like me is

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

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

Hang around here long
It'll get your blood
up like a cotton seed
Before too long all you is

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

stores, beat up Fords
And songs only two or three chords
Somehow I I fell in love
With this mud

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