Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Blues

Talking
If you want to get to heaven, let me tell you to do,
You gotta grease your feet in a little stew.
Slide out of the devil's hand,
And ease to the Promised Land.
it easy! Go greasy!
I was in the holler just a'settin' on a log,
My finger on the and my eye on a hog;
I pulled that trigger and the gun "zip"
And I that hog with all of my grip
'Course l eat hog eyes, but I love chitlins
in the hen house on my knees,
I thought I heard a sneeze,
But it was only the rooster his prayers
the Lord for the hens upstairs.
Rooster prayin', a-layin',
Pore little pullets just pluggin' away best know how.
in the kitchen fixin' the yeast,
Poppa's in the greasin' his feets
Sister's in the squeezin' up the hops,
at the window just a-watchin' for the cops.
Drinkin' home you happy.
Now, I'm just a city a-livin' out of town.
Everybody knows me as Moonshine
I the beer, and I drink the slop,
Got little orphans that call me Pop.
I'm patriotic...raisin' soldiers. Red nurses.
Ain't no use me so hard,
I got a gal in the rich yard.
kill a chicken, she sends me the head.
She I'm workin', I'm a-layin' up in bed.
Just dreamin' her. Havin' a good time. . .
Two women.
by Woody Guthrie
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