Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The South

Song, song of the
Sweet potato pie and I shut my
Gone, gone the wind
There nobody looking back again

on the roadside, cotton in the ditch
We all picked the cotton but we never got
was a veteran, a southern democrat
They get a rich man to vote like that

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Well somebody told us Street fell
But we were so poor that we tell
Cotton was short and the weeds were
But Mr. a gonna save us all

Well momma got sick and daddy got
The county got the farm and moved to town
Pappa got a job the TVA
He bought a washing machine and then a

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Song, of the south

Gone, with the wind

Song, of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I my mouth.
Song, of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I my mouth.

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