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

Now was big
And it was hard to a job and so I didn't
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 where they were givin'
And if they had a on an hour
I would pick the 'Wildwood

It's hard to around
And look back down the roads that I have
'Cause like a endin' ball of twine
My dreams have come

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

And I'm glad I there to see my Momma
'Cause she must've for hours
I still hear her to me
"Get your and pick the 'Wildwood Flower'"

Play it this, son