Luyện nghe bài hát Plowboy

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

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

Well, I see ya up your suitcase
And I ya throw it in the truck
off to the big town, are ya?
Well, son I ya luck

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

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

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

What you better do is, put them back on
Go on out and fix old barn door
Keep your far fantasies to yourself
Go a load of feed, down at the country store

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

Cause you a
You aint no boy
Yeah, you were born with hands

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

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

Well, Id like to ask him what the taste of crow is
An see him the fact that he was wrong
Ya see, I always where I was headed
But I forgot where I was from

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

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

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

Yeah, Im a
Well, now look silly, boy
now on, be careful what you say

Ya
Yeah,