Luyện nghe bài hát Pick the Wildwood Flower

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

And I'm I wasn't there to see my Momma
'Cause she must've cried for
I hear her sayin' to me
"Get your 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 to the country
And it was like livin'

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

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

Now as evening lays its
Across the of my life, I find
I couldn't tie my together
With guitar and a poet's heartfelt mind

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

Play it this, son