Luyện nghe bài hát Pick the Wildwood Flower

Those fields were hot
And that tractor was my kind of livin'
And when I hit
I had my size and I hit the road to

And I'm I wasn't there to see my Momma
'Cause she 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 livin'

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

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

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

Play it this, son