Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The South

Song, of the south
Sweet pie and I shut my mouth
Gone, gone with the
There nobody looking back again

Cotton on the roadside, in the ditch
We all picked the cotton but we got rich
Daddy was a veteran, a southern
oughta get a rich man to vote like that

it

Well somebody told us Street fell
But we were so poor that we couldn't
Cotton was short and the weeds were
But Mr. Roosevelt's a save us all

Well got sick and daddy got down
The county got the farm and they moved to
got a job with the TVA
He a washing machine and then a Chevrolet

it

it

it

Song, song of the

Gone, gone with the

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

it

x2]