Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Kentucky Home

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

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

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

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

Keep them hard away from my door
Gene, he's big and mean
And he don't much to say
He had a little woman who he whupped day

But now she's gone
He got drunk last
Kicked mama down the
But I'm all right so I care