Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Purvis Greene

Way up on the mountain about a from here,
some vegetation growing that The People fear,
Cause it you laugh,
The laws forbid fun as that.
It you laugh,
The laws forbid fun as that.
I promised my folks they died,
That I'd keep the family farm and I've tried,
But money's low,
You know what crop poor man grows.
But money's low,
You what crop this poor man grows.
Made just enough to stay of broke,
Without that there'da been no hope;
You it's awful hard,
To make a living off a worn-out farm;
Yeah, it's hard,
To make a living off a worn-out farm;
How could it be a terrible crime,
To help your family and your survive?
It no one,
For them that used it, fun.
It no one,
For them that used it, fun.
Off my front I seen a helicopter buzz,
The back road's blocked by swat fuzz,
And mean me harm,
me, and take my farm.
And mean me harm,
me, and take my farm.
Seized and sold at its price,
took my land and my way of life,
And for all done,
You locking me up didn't stop it none,
And for all done,
You know Locking me up didn't it none.
Marijuana ain't blowin' away,
I'm here to tell you its to stay;
So I know,
Why can't they just leave us
So I know,
Why can't they just us alone?