Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Kentucky Home

Turpentine and wine
I've turned the and I'm doin' fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone
Pickin' 'em off this gun of mine

I got a in my belly
And a fire in my
Goin' higher and
Until I'm

Sister Sue, she's and stout
She didn't grow up, she out
Mama says she's plain but she's just kind
Papa she's pretty but he's almost blind

let her out much 'cept at night
But I don't care 'cause I'm all
Oh, the sun shines on my old Kentucky home
And the folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky

Keep them hard times away from my
Brother Gene, he's big and
And he have much to say
He had a woman who he whupped each day

But now gone away
He got drunk last
mama down the stairs
But I'm all right so I don't