Luyện nghe bài hát Pick the Wildwood Flower

Those cotton were hot
And that tractor was my kind of livin'
And I hit sixteen
I had my and I hit the road to freedom

And I'm I wasn't there to see my Momma
'Cause she must've cried for
I hear 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 easier to go to the country
And it was like livin'

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

It's to turn around
And look back down the roads I have traveled
'Cause like a never endin' 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 strings and a poet's heartfelt mind

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

Play it this, son