Luyện nghe bài hát Pick the Wildwood Flower

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

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

Now was big
And it was hard to a job and so I didn't
And it was to go back to the country
And it was more livin'

Now, I've been 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'

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

Now as evening its shawl
Across the shoulders of my life, I
I tie my life together
With strings and a poet's heartfelt mind

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

it like this, son