Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Kentucky Home

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

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

Sister Sue, she's and stout
She grow up, she grew out
Mama says she's plain but she's just kind
Papa thinks she's pretty but almost blind

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

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

But now she's gone
He got drunk last
mama down the stairs
But I'm all so I don't care