Luyện nghe bài hát Pick the Wildwood Flower

Those cotton fields hot
And that tractor was my kind of livin'
And when I hit
I had my size and I hit the to freedom

And I'm I wasn't there to see my Momma
'Cause she must've for hours
I still her sayin' to me
"Get your guitar and the 'Wildwood Flower'"

Now was big
And it was to find a job and so I didn't
And it was to go back to the country
And it was more livin'

Now, I've down every road
And I've stood on every porch they were givin'
And if they had a dime on an
I pick the 'Wildwood Flower'

hard to turn around
And look back the roads that I have traveled
'Cause like a never ball of twine
My dreams come unraveled

Now as evening its shawl
Across the shoulders of my life, I
I couldn't tie my together
With guitar strings and a poet's heartfelt

And I'm I wasn't there to see my Momma
'Cause she must've cried for
I hear her saying to me
"Get your and pick the 'Wildwood Flower'"

it like this, son