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 left a few of us to on

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

A little house, a of land
Making things with my own two hands
Coming weary 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 Mississippi mud

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

He calls me every now and
saying he can cut me in
But it's too now

I've seen so much Delta rain
It must've seept my veins
here long enough to see
One for a man like me is

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

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

Hang around here enough
get into your blood
Comes up like a cotton
Before too long all you is

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

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

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