Luyện nghe bài hát Pick the Wildwood Flower

Those fields were hot
And tractor never was my kind of livin'
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 cried for
I hear her sayin' to me
"Get your guitar and pick the Flower'"

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

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

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

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

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

Play it this, son