Luyện nghe bài hát One Row at a Time

The southeast Georgia red dust is groundin' to my blue jeans
A heavy hundred pound cotton sack along behind
Wanting to leave this so bad, I forget how I got here
Workin' my way home, one row at a time

It's a long old road between here and Waco
Then, three days a-thumbin' through that California
And two days of pickin' to that house, just south of Fresno
Workin' my way home, one row at a time

delta mud is caked in layers on my brogans
Sunshine on snow white cotton, makes me blind
I can almost see 'em now, a home folk out to meet me
Workin' my way home, one row at a time

It's a long, old cotton between here and Waco
Then, three days a-thumbin' that California line, Lord, Lord
Two days of pickin' to that house, just south of Fresno
my way back home, one row at a time
Workin' my way back home, one row at a