Luyện nghe bài hát My Washington Woman

The wages of an
man never paid enough
From to time, a nickel on a race
him from giving up

The collared man in Seattle
Never lives on white street
But there was food on the
For my woman and me

The work down and then one day
The laid me off
That night in a tavern to my last dime
I met a girl Arkansas

Her was a banker in Little Rock
She had a on white collared street
The next morning my Washington
Woke up me

From city to city, and state to
I grew heavier shame
My Washington woman had six months
Before our child bring her pain

My Arkansas hurt me
As we crossed the line
But the arms of
Were the that kept hugging mine, mine

For years I have in expensive wines
Tasted every day
I gave up all the I loved
For all these I hate

up all of her forgiveness
The day I set myself
And the of my Washington woman
beating for me

My Washington sends me
A letter every once in a
Inside a folded page
Is a picture of my

All at once, the room grows
With a of jealousy
And there's a between
My woman and me