Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Hard Work

While we are on the of hard work
I wanted to say you that, "I always was a man who likes hard work"
I was working and I worked my way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got by hard work

Work of the kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been busted and I be trusted
I worked my way up and I my way down
I been drunk and I sober, I been baptized and got hijacked
I been for cash and I been robbed on a credit

Worked my way in jail and I worked my way jail
up a lot of mornin's, didn't know where I was at
The hardest work I done was, when I was tryin'
To get myself a worried woman to ease my worried mind

I'm gonna tell ya just how much I had to do
To get this I was tellin' you about, I shook hands
With ninety seven of her kinfolk and her relatives
And I just the same with eighty six people
Who's just her and her neighbors

I kissed seventy three and put dry pants
On thirty four of em', well as others this same thing several times
Well there are a lot of things just like this
I held one hundred twenty five horses
And put saddles and bridles on than that

Harnessed some of the craziest and wildest teams in that country'
I rode fourteen loco to a stand still
And I let forty two hound dogs lick me all over times
I's bit by hungry dogs and I was all to pieces
My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river

I chopped and carried hundred fourteen arm loads
Of stove wood, one nine buckets of coal
Carried a of kerosene eighteen miles over the mountains
Got lost, lost a good of shoes in a mud hole
And I chopped and weeded forty rows of short cotton

Thirteen acres of bad corn, I cut the sticker
Out of back yards, all on account of 'cause
I wanted to show her that I was a man and I to work
I out nine barn lofts, cranked thirty one cars
All makes and models, pulled cars out of mud holes
And four or five out of snow

I dug five cisterns of for some of her friends
Run all kinds of errands, the fiddle for nine
Church meetin's I eleven separate denominations
I joined up and up with seven best trade unions
I could find, I my wages, a, dues six months in advance

I waded forty eight of swamps and six big rivers
across two ranges of mountains
Crossed deserts, I got the fever, sun stroke, Malaria, blue
Moonstruck, skeeter bit, poison ivy and the seven itch
And the blind staggers, I was give up for less, and dead

A couple of times struck by lightning, struck by
Struck by friends and eell as by three cars on highways
A lot of times in people's hen houses, I been hit and run
Run over and walked on knocked around, I'm just sittin'
Now tryin' to up what else I can do to show that women
That I ain't afraid of hard work