Luyện nghe bài hát Pick the Wildwood Flower

Those fields were hot
And that tractor never was my of livin'
And when I hit
I had my and I hit the road to freedom

And I'm glad I there to see my Momma
'Cause she must've cried for
I hear her sayin' to me
"Get your guitar and pick the 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, I've been down every
And I've stood on every porch where they givin'
And if had a dime on an hour
I would the 'Wildwood Flower'

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

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

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

it like this, son