Luyện nghe bài hát Mule/Stall

Old Mule by Arthur (Spoken)

Old mule, the son of a donkey
And I'm in the of God
Yet, here we work, hitched
Toilin' and the sod
I wonder if you for me
Or I work for you, old
At times I think it's a
Between a and a doggone fool.

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

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

And right here mule, I might
You plow the ground
I the corn and husk it
While you're hee-hawin'
All and part of the Winter
Old mule, you it's true

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

The only time I'm better
Is when comes
A man can vote and a mule
But that don't you none
Because you're a wise old
You know to worry about
You knew politics wouldn't you none
And I'm just it out.

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