Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Purvis Greene

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