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 line
Pickin' 'em off with this gun of

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

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

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

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

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