Luyện nghe bài hát Mississippi Mud

Everybody in my class
Got the hell out just as as they could go
And pretty soon Greyhound bus
It only left a few of us to on

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

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

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

My friend went to Birmingham
And he's a State Insurance man
And makes a hundred

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

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

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

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

Hang here long enough
It'll get into your
Comes up like a cotton
Before too all you need is

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

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

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