Luyện nghe bài hát Pick the Wildwood Flower

Those cotton were hot
And that tractor never was my kind of
And I hit sixteen
I had my and I hit the road to freedom

And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my
'Cause she must've for hours
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, I've been every road
And I've stood on every porch where they were
And if they had a dime on an
I would pick the Flower'

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

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

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

Play it this, son