Luyện nghe bài hát Mississippi Mud

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

It been the family farm
Or Sherry Johnson's loving
wouldn't let me leave
Something made me in

A little house, a piece of
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 only two or chords
Somehow I think I fell in
this Mississippi mud

My best friend went to
And he's a State Farm man
And makes a hundred

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

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

A house, a piece 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
Somehow I think I fell in
this Mississippi mud

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

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

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

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