Luyện nghe bài hát Southland In The Springtime

Maybe we'll Texas by the morning
the Bayou with our tail lights in the night
800 to El Paso from the state line
And we never have the money for the

I'm in the back seat, sleepy from the
our hearts out all night long in New Orleans
And I'm dirty from the diesel fumes, coffee black
When the first breath of Texas comes in

And there's something 'bout the southland in the
Where the waters flow with and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone, it won't be too long
Till I'm again to spend my favorite season

God made me born a yankee, he was teasin'
There's no like home and none more pleasin'
Than the in the springtime

In nights are softer than a whisper
Beneath the quilt mother made by hand
With the farmland a tapestry passed down through generations
And the peach trees across the land

be cider up near Helen off the roadside
And boiled peanuts in a bag to your fingers
And the smoke from the meets it's maker in the sky
With a that winter wrote whose melody lingers

And something 'bout the southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with and reason
Though I miss her I'm gone, it won't ever be too long
Till I'm home to spend my favorite season

When God made me born a yankee he was
There's no place like home and none pleasin'
Than the southland in the