Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Purvis Greene

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