Luyện nghe bài hát Porch Swing In Tupelo

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

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

And this place don't change, some places slow
I'm just myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got to do 'cept hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all me
Yeah, high, yeah, swing low
on this porch swing in Tupelo

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

And this place change, some places move slow
I'm just rocking myself on this porch in Tupelo
I got nothing to do 'cept in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all me
Yeah, swing high, yeah, low
Here on this porch in Tupelo

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

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

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