Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Purvis Greene

Way up on the mountain a mile from here,
There's vegetation growing that 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,
That I'd the family farm and I've always tried,
But money's low,
You know what crop this man grows.
But money's low,
You know what this poor man grows.
Made enough to stay ahead of broke,
Without crop there'da been no hope;
You it's awful hard,
To make a living off a hillside farm;
Yeah, awful hard,
To make a living off a 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 front porch I a helicopter buzz,
The back blocked by swat team fuzz,
And mean me harm,
me, and take my farm.
And mean me harm,
Imprison me, and my farm.
Seized and at half its price,
They my land and my way of life,
And for all done,
You know me up didn't stop it none,
And for all done,
You Locking 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 us alone?
So I know,
Why can't they just us alone?