Luyện nghe bài hát Rain

Well, I hear that old John Deere
At the low water
Pulling the young across
He's dragging so many on Saturday night
I can smell that old tractor's

But the rain on the roof so pretty
And the cowboys are the most
But done broke from his ragged old pen
making a run for the coast

Well, a place down on Main Street
Right across from the
drew one on the line
About twenty foot up on that Hotel
crested back in twenty-nine

Well, this city took of this little old town
'Cause we on what they call the flame
Well, I read all about it in the cafe
Where got that old newspaper frame

But the rain on the roof sounds so
The cowboys are the most
But Deena done from his ragged old pen
It's a run for the coast

My grandmother called about ten ago
she does almost every night
She said they come way early from the old rodeo
When a big boat had knocked off the

Well, she said a got buckin'
Just before it dark
On a boat that they 'Chequered Tree'
And ain't saw if he finished his ride
So I guess I'll about sleep

But the on the roof sounds so pretty
And the cowboys are the most
But Deena done from his ragged old pen
It's a run for the coast

But Deena done broke his ragged old pen
It's making a run for the