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, hitched
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 distance
But I work harder you
You skim the on four good legs
And I hobble on two
So, mule, mathematically
four legs 'gainst my two
I do twice the per leg
I do as much as you.

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

And right here mule, I might
You only plow the
I the corn and husk it
While you're around
All Fall and of the Winter
Old mule, you know true

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

The only time I'm your
Is election comes
A man can and a mule cannot
But that worry you none
Because you're a old donkey
You know what to about
You politics wouldn't help you none
And I'm findin' it out.

So, mule, confidentially
Would you change places me
Would you up all my worries
And contented be
Would you places, I'm askin'
'Course, you know we
But you, if you could, now tell the truth
doggone right, you wouldn't.