Luyện nghe bài hát Pick the Wildwood Flower

Those cotton were hot
And that tractor was my kind of livin'
And I hit sixteen
I had my size and I hit the road to

And I'm glad I wasn't to see my Momma
she must've cried for hours
I still hear her to me
"Get guitar and pick the 'Wildwood Flower'"

Now was big
And it was hard to find a job and so I
And it was easier to go back to the
And it was like livin'

Now, been down every road
And I've stood on every porch where were givin'
And if had a dime on an hour
I would the 'Wildwood Flower'

It's hard to turn
And look back down the roads that I traveled
'Cause a never endin' ball of twine
My dreams have unraveled

Now as lays its shawl
the shoulders of my life, I find
I couldn't tie my life
guitar strings and a poet's heartfelt mind

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

it like this, son