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 size and I hit the to freedom

And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my
she must've cried for hours
I still hear her to me
"Get guitar 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 back to the
And it was more livin'

Now, I've been every road
And I've stood on every porch where they were
And if had a dime on an hour
I would pick the Flower'

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

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

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

it like this, son