Luyện nghe bài hát Plowboy

Theres a lot of small towns in this
Just like the one that I came
any dream you have is just a dream
It aint nothin that can truly be

Well, Im tell y'all a little story
About the day I set out to
As I was up and sayin my goodbyes
Some redneck said to me

Well, I see ya packed up suitcase
And I seen ya it in the truck
off to the big town, are ya?
Well, son I wish ya

Now I dont mean to your bubble
But boy the way thinkings wrong
Go on out and chase that foolish of yours
Youll be before too long

'Cause you a
You no city boy
Yeah, you born with dirty hands

Yeah, you a
And youre silly, boy
Just tryin to ya understand

What you do is, put them over-alls back on
Go on out and fix that old door
Keep far fetched fantasies to yourself
Go fetch a load of feed, at the country store

yet, go on, have at it
Go see how you can fly
But you best be back when that leaf comes in, boy
Were gonna need your come July

you a plowboy
You no city boy
Yeah, you were born with hands

Yeah, you a
And thinking silly, boy
Just tryin to make ya

Well, now here I am, a few later
a long way from that old farm
Ive got stocks and bonds and a with a cement pump
Got a genuine on my arm

Well, Id like to ask him what the taste of crow is
An see him face the fact that he was
Ya see, I always where I was headed
But I never where I was from

Im a plowboy
I no city boy
Oh, I was born with hands

at me now, boy
is a pity, boy
I make ya understand

Go that cow, boy
And that wood splittin, boy
And you get back to balin hay

Yeah, Im a
Well, now whos silly, boy
From now on, be what you say

Ya
Yeah,