Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Kentucky Home

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

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

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

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

Keep them hard times away my door
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
Kicked mama the stairs
But I'm all right so I don't