Luyện nghe bài hát Porch Swing In Tupelo

There's a porch swing in in the shade of the south
Where the honey drips off that old hush-yo'-mouth
It's a road on down that old Natchez Trace
Through cotton fields to a state of grace

It's a golden Autumn on the Tennessee line
Rolling to Mississippi like you headed back in time
Town's closed on Sunday, everybody's in
It's empty as the moon this place on earth

And this don't change, some places move slow
I'm just rocking on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old are all around me
Yeah, swing high, yeah, low
Here on this porch swing in

His mama must have loved him, truck drivin' boy
With the grease monkey look and the rock 'n roll
Well, I was thinkin' 'bout him 'cause I guess he sat here
Singing all praise to God through poverty's

And this place don't change, some places slow
I'm just rocking on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the
of the old south are all around me
Yeah, swing high, yeah, low
Here on this porch in Tupelo

And this place don't change, some places move
I'm rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old are all around me
Yeah, swing high, yeah, low
Here on this swing in Tupelo

And this place don't change, some move slow
I'm rocking' on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do but in the breeze
The ghosts of the old all around me
Yeah, swing high, yeah, low
On this swing in Tupelo

Here on this porch in Tupelo
Here on this porch swing in