Luyện nghe bài hát Soil Bank

Well there once was a time this farm of mine was plowed by a mule and a man
They worked dawn till darkness just tryin' to civilize the sand
Spikin' holes placin' a seed like each one was a friend
Then hope they'd planted it deep to survive the dusthole winds
But lots of things changed since that ol' mule went to the barn
I that little ol' house out back inside where it's nice and warm
No blisters from a walkin' plow or chokin' the weedin' hole
I just leave the land the way it is and watch money grow
Soil and surplus wheat leaves lots of time on my hands
But I'll take time blisters any week
And off the fat of the (live off the fat of the) live off the fat of the land
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as long as they keep payin' me not a work or lift a hand
I'm gonna keep on buyin' up all this money makin'
And I guess be real famous soon and that's a matter of fact
They're they're gonna mention my name in the Farmer's Almanac
And I owe it all to Uncle Sam for a you just can't beat
And I from old starvation road to live on Easy Street
And I know this golden chain of luck sooner or later break
But by the that it finally does I won't have to state
banks and surplus wheat...