Luyện nghe bài hát Song Of The South

Song, of the south
Sweet potato pie and I my mouth
Gone, gone with the
There ain't nobody looking back

Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the
We all picked the cotton but we never got
Daddy was a veteran, a southern
oughta 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 couldn't
Cotton was short and the were tall
But Mr. Roosevelt's a gonna us all

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

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Song, song of the

Gone, gone the wind

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

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