Luyện nghe bài hát Pick the Wildwood Flower

Those cotton were hot
And tractor never 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 to see my Momma
she must've cried for hours
I still her sayin' 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 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 they were
And if they had a dime on an
I would pick the Flower'

hard to turn around
And look back down the roads that I have
like a never endin' ball of twine
My have come unraveled

Now as evening lays its
Across the of my life, I find
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 must've for hours
I hear her saying to me
"Get your guitar and the 'Wildwood Flower'"

it like this, son