Luyện nghe bài hát Mississippi Mud

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

It might've the family farm
Or Johnson's loving arms
Something wouldn't let me
Something made me in

A little house, a of land
Making things 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
Somehow I think I in love
With this mud

My best friend to Birmingham
And he's a State Insurance man
And makes a 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 must've seept my veins
Been long enough to see
One for a man like me 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

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

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

A little house, a of land
Making things grow with my own two
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 in love
With Mississippi mud

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