Luyện nghe bài hát Mule/Stall

Old Mule by Arthur (Spoken)

Old mule, you're the son of a
And I'm in the of God
Yet, here we work, together
and tillin' the sod
I wonder if you for me
Or I work for you, old
At times I think a partnership
Between a and a doggone fool.

When plowin', we go the same
But I work than you
You skim the ground on good legs
And I hobble on two
So, mule, mathematically
You're legs 'gainst my two
I do the work per leg
I do as much as you.

Now soon we'll be makin' the corn
That crop'll be split three
A third for you, a for me
And a third for the pay
You your third and eat it
You're the best! And How!
I split my third amongst the and eight kids
The banker, six and a cow.

And right here mule, I mention
You only the ground
I the corn and husk it
While hee-hawin' around
All and part of the Winter
Old mule, you know it's

I my back with a cotton sack
Tryin' to pay off the on you.

The time I'm your better
Is when election
A man can vote and a mule
But don't worry you none
you're a wise old donkey
You know to worry about
You knew politics wouldn't you none
And I'm findin' it out.

So, mule, speaking
you change places with me
Would you take up all my
And still be
Would you swap places, I'm
'Course, you we couldn't
But you, if you could, now tell the truth
doggone right, you wouldn't.