Luyện nghe bài hát Pick the Wildwood Flower

Those fields were hot
And that never was my kind of livin'
And when I hit
I had my and I hit the road 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 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 like

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

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

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

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

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