Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of The South

SON OF THE
Bill Anderson

I was born eatin' gravy and black-eyed
bread and turnip greens
Washin' 'em down a big
I'm a son of the
picked tomatoes off of the vine
Watermelon in the
Ate 'em in the of a Georgia pine
I'm a son of the
I'm a son of a son of a son of the
For generations of "bless heart"
And "honey chile, your mouth"
My great grandaddy Robert E. Lee
I knew and he knew me
I learned about at my mama's knee
Like good son of the south
I had one grandaddy was a man
He loved the and he hated sin
He used to let me go to church him
He was a son of the
My grandpappy ran a moonshine still
Up in the woods on a hill
He took me there once and that was a
He was a son of the
Now I've got a little boy six old
He and he didn't have to be told
He was born a whole lot of soul
a son of the south
He's already picked cotton and a guitar
his milk from a mason jar
He knows good and where his roots are
He's a son of the

Save your money, boys
I'm a son of the south.