Luyện nghe bài hát Mississippi Mud

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

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

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

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

My best friend to Birmingham
And he's a Farm Insurance man
And makes a hundred

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

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

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

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

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

A little house, a of land
Making things grow 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
this Mississippi mud

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