Luyện nghe bài hát Porch Swing In Tupelo

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

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

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

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

And place don't change, some places move slow
I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in
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 in Tupelo

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

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

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